Flavours of my day

Today. Made up of all the emotions I thought. I had left behind a few years.

Dreams of hills today. With some sadness. Some memories. Some hopes and some envy. Oh how I have dreamt.

The overcast sky. Beautiful. Made a perfect backdrop. A cup of tea and pages full of words. In front of me on the table. And inside me, gurgling away in confusion.

Deep inside my chest. Inside my eyes. And inside somewhere else where I cannot reach. I close my eyes and hope to escape. Them.

A semblance of a resilience from inside somewhere. Very shy. Very still.

And. Pineapple, hazelnut, ginger.

Flavours of my day.

The hills. Today morning.

The wind.
Soft drizzle on the corrugated roof.
Distant chimes of a bell. Its a temple. I know.
A child crying in one of the distant cottages.
Crows.
Rain.
Mist.
Clouds.
Raindrops splattering on the ground, on leaves, on trees. Loud.
The wind. Gets a word in every few seconds. Getting bolder with each try.
A man walking on a path. On the only hill that I can see in the mist.
Silent footsteps.
Monkeys bounding across the tin roof, seeking shelter from the rain. Jarr the senses. Wake you up from your thoughts.

The morning is full of the silence of the hills, and the sounds.