It was late, but I wasn’t ready to sleep. I walked out on the deck of the shore house, with what little was left of my wine. There was a chill in the air, off the ocean. A pleasant chill. I sat and sighed. I had been tired all day. My eyes caught the refraction of my neighbor’s garage light through the crimson, red torch in front of me. “No use lighting it,” I told my self. Too much of a breeze.
It had been a strange day.
Earlier, Jeff and I sat in a book store, one of my favorite pastimes, and I had picked up a magazine with Robin Williams on the cover. I thought I was interested. I really enjoyed him when he was alive. In death, it made me too sad. I put the magazine down. I couldn’t read it all.
Returning home, we stopped at the library. I had heard about The Book Thief, so I went in and requested that. (I couldn’t find the book on the shelf, but someone, not me, was smart enough to say, “look on the return rack”. And there it was. I was wearing a t-shirt that had John Lennon plastered across the front. (I see a theme here.) The librarian nodded toward my chest ( I must say I was taken aback! – Aback? That is a word, right?)
“Are you a fan?” he asked.
Of course my reply was yes.
He asked, “Of John or the Beatles in general?”
“Both,” I replied
“Have you ever seen Martin Scorcece’s ‘Living in the Material World?’ It’s great. About George Harrison.”
Long story short, he retrieved it for me. Jeff and I watched it. It was great.
So after Robin, and George, and wearing my Lennon t-shirt I sat on the deck and stared at the crimson red torch. I looked up at the sky. My tears intensified the tinkle in the stars.
I breathed in the cool air and whispered, “I hope you’re having a better day today, mom.”
SIDEBAR: A dear friend of mine posted the words to this song by Bette Midler. Yesterday was a strange day.
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