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| When he'd kissed her goodbye the old woman had smiled: "Enjoy sleeping through, life-whisperer." Leaving the hospital, approaching his car reflecting the past he was. This was going to be the first night since October there would no phone ring at almost exactly 3:00 a.m. He would sleep through. He did not see his inner clock smiling. |
Monday, April 22, 2013
The inner clock
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Damn.
ReplyDeleteI return to you what I surprisingly received tonight.
Sleep is good though, when it comes.
Reality is not easy without any cushion of the imagined to soften the falls.
Goodnight Sean.
Oh, Andrew,
ReplyDeletewhat did you receive tonight?
Anyway, I hope it was good.
Good night to you, too.
Your thoughts and this particular date remind me very much of this:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.cheriesplace.me.uk/blog/index.php/2010/04/23/sunset/
Something that I have thought about on and off during today.
I am smiling :-)
and I wish you the peace of the night xx
Ah, CherryPie,
ReplyDeleteallow me to take you in my arms.
Your dad will be smiling, too, and thus both, you and I will find the peace of the night. :)
I know he is :-)
ReplyDeleteSweet dreams :-)
Such beautiful images melt my heart, Sean.
ReplyDeleteBehind Me — dips Eternity –
Before Me — Immortality –
Myself — the Term between –
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin –
- Emily Dickinson
Oh what a great photo! I love it, Sean. Reflections are so fascinating to me.
ReplyDeleteI hope your sleep was peaceful, deep, and long lasting.
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ReplyDeleteCorrecting the typo that some time ago would have set me raging...
ReplyDelete"what did you receive tonight?"
It was a soft kiss...
... on my forehead...
... from a man...
There has to be a first time for everything. And a last.
I love that photo. It looks like a bird to me, like the Aboriginal art I saw when we live in British Columbia. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteAh, Susan,
ReplyDeletethank you so very much.
Ashley,
I thought you'd like it.
And thank you.
Yes, my sleep was peaceful and slightly deep; it could have been a wee bit more longlasting, though. :)
Ha, Andrew,
I was a bit slow on the uptake that night, obviously. :)
Thus, with almost three days delay: Thank you!
I must confess that the last time I'd been kissed on my head by a man was after scoring a spectacular goal – in the past millennium. :)
Knatolee,
what a surprising and lovely compliment. Thank you.
Now you mentioned it . . .
Claude,
thank you. I can't remember to have noticed clearer reflections on my car than on that evening.