So, in an attempt to escape the rather frustrating days thoughts on what the hell to do with the next 2 months, I came across the following little tidbit... written a few years ago.
My first memory.
"Im safe.
Familiar night
music wafts up the narrow hallway, with the random accompaniment
clinking plates and glasses being cleaned in the kitchen.
The clear night air
is warm and sweet, carrying the summer buzz of cicadas and the lush
smell of the garden on a soft southerly zephyr.
As I gaze lazily up
at the sky, I can feel my fathers arms around me. Resting my head in the
crook between his shoulder and neck, I follow his outstretched finger,
pointing out the stars. My eyelids feel heavy and the low murmur of his
voice sounds like a lullaby.
The end of my
fathers finger settles on the silver face of the rising moon, but the
explanation is muffled as I bury my head close in to his chest.
I can only hear the steady beat of his heart now as my eyes close and I let myself drift to sleep… "
out of another world.
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