A lifestyle blog... the lifestyle of Nifer, that is.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Thursday, May 27, 2010
As I walked into the bedroom to turn on the light, I noticed the way the twilight made the shades glow, and that glow brought me back.
8:30 P.M. That must have been my bedtime, I think to myself.
I peer around the shade to see the last rays of the evening sun sinking to the horizon, turning the sky my favorite shade of blue, lined with a brilliant orange pink. I was no older than five when I slept in that apartment room, where the twilight sky brightened my shades.
It must have been closer to eight o'clock, I thought. My parents would not have let a five-year-old stay up past then, even on the best summer day.
"I can't go to bed," I used to tell my dad. "It's still light outside." I wanted to squeeze every minute I could out of that day.
My dad would chuckle, tuck the sheet under my chin, give me a kiss and tell me to go to sleep.
And I laid in my bed, watching the window shade slowly go dark. No thoughts in my head except what a shame it was to say goodnight to the light of day.
The twilight of a summer night stirs the memory of that simple, peaceful, innocent time I hold dear.
She comes from Boston
Talks to her family now and then
Through e-mails and postcards
She tries to explain to them
That education and occupation will have to wait for now
She loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow...
Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
She's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at hand...
She's from Boston (Kenny Chesney)