Waiting for that something to happen. I don’t know what it is but I get that feeling where something needs to happen in order to stir the waters. Stagnant bath water begins to reek after a couple weeks or so. Not from experience. So when I have gotten this feeling before, I act upon it and, with ease, am able to throw our peaceful little scene into naughty turmoil. Glorious fights, breath-taking moments, and achingly awkward situations. But I do that because I’m scared of a silence that is too quiet. I know that at any moment I can scream but I’d much rather hear sweet melody.
The sewing machine mutters to herself over and over again in the night. So diligent but it is clear that she is tired due to slight fumbling and constant irregularities of breath.
The more you think about it, the longer a minute goes by.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Don’t skip.
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, I want you to read this out loud.
16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 Did you say “twenty-four?”
26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33,
34, 35, 36, Thirty-seven
You know the drill
38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, Out loud. I’m the one typing this, so don’t be lazy.
45, 46, 47, 48,
52, 53, 54, Almost there
55, Excruciatingly close
56, 57, Savor it’s remainder,
That is what waiting is. A whole minute of nothing. Where your skin begins to itch almost so that it feels you need to start sprinting. You might as well have died a minute earlier. Who knows what you would have said or realized in that last moment.
And I was looking for the tortoise show that I saw and loved before. It turns out that wonderful exhibition had expired and instead there was a bird showcase. One of those fairly common ones with a few parrots and other birds sitting on branches waiting to get their pictures taken and perch on tourist shoulders. There was this huge white fluffy one in the center but I guess I wasn’t allowed to hold it. It was so fluffy!
It turns out I vastly underestimated the cuteness of birds.
There was this one colorful little bird who was being passed around because it was extremely docile and friendly. It climbed onto my shoulder. This little round, warm mass perched on my shoulder and swayed slightly to counter my overjoyed trembling. Now the thing that really blew me away with cuteness was how it started cutting my hair with its beak. It’s caretaker explained to me that he loved to snip off pieces of hair one by one. So, right next to my ear I was listening to little snip snips of my hair falling onto my shirt and watching the little culprit continuing to busy himself like he was on some kind of fashion mission.
I’m going to faint from cuteness.
At the moment I’m studying for finals. Summer memories relieve so much stress.