July 8, 2005 @ 2:05 pm by sean
If only all mornings could start like this.
Jillian had the excellent idea of come over to my second home, graciously opened to me by Ben and Lisa, and make pancakes for breakfast. I’ve worked here over a month, what took us so long to have this idea? Unfortunately, Ben was in a slight hurry, and Lisa still in her slumber. But Jillian, Alyson and I had a grand time in eachother company. Next time we do it, I’ll pick a later time. I was a bit tired. Even now, if I let my eyes close for more than a blink I’d probably be asleep.
And then quite naturally, after a splendid little breakfast, we took a walk on this warm day. Then Alyson and I went on our own walk, found a bench downtown, and talked a bit. A glorious talk on a glorious day. I thought it rather classic to be on a bench in a small downtown on a warm, sunny day with only the ringing of the bells to tell us the time.
And now I’ve naturally lost the ability to eat.
If I could only look out my window right ahead of me, I would see only massive, thick, fluffy, white clouds that look bigger than mountains; and I would think, that sure is beautiful. What a grand day this will be. But, I can see ore than that. I can see out the window next to me, and the one next to that, seeing to the north. And out those windows I see something very different. I see no distinguished clouds. I only see darkness. Not the darkness of the night, but darkness of the storm approaching, bringing thunder and lightning and wind and probably lots of rain.
From our conversation this morning, it looks like only the massive, white clouds, signifying a great day. But I can’t see what lies ahead. Perhaps it is more of the same joy like no other. Perhaps there are dark clouds approaching. God can see. He knows if the storm is coming. And if there is, He knows when it will end, because no storm lasts forever. Except Hell.
And then sometimes the storm manages to change direction, with only a few drops of rain.
Maybe I’ll start making breakfast with mum in the mornings.
In movies, it’s usually well known these people are actors. Better actors make their character more believable of course. But at the end of the day, or the end of the movie, we know it was just acting. I’ve found myself not so aware when it comes to commercials. That is not a real family. Those are four people who probably had never met before they commercial work began. That isn’t a husband and wife. They could both be married to completely different people. That kid might really hate that cereal. Maybe that person doesn’t even have alergies. That person might not be able to afford that car. Those people in those commercials could be struggling day by day, just like the rest of us, even though they portray an ideal life on TV. I almost feel betrayed. At least foolish.