a daylight dream

There is nothing more fascinating than the sound of footsteps on a staircase leading me home, a place which is drowned in sunlight and silence; and even the buzzing sound of the refrigerator is a welcoming greeting, a place to create more memories for the day; to end it and start it simultaneously, in harmony, grace and gratitude. I don’t mind a small space and crammed belongings, not when they are organised in a way where I can find what I want to, not when there is an abundance of sunshine and light that passes through windows always open, with blinds pulled to the sides, even in the evenings so that I could spend the hours before I sleep in veneration, watching the shadows flicker on the walls. Not only this, but to wake knowing that it’s day, discerning when to open my eyes so wide, and when to shut them again, reconnecting with dreams scheduled for the night. There is nothing more beautiful than the fragrance of a home; spices of recently baked goodies involving cin...

The year starts off as it ages, which is very illuminating and full of empty spaces. I recall that I used to dread the vacancy January inspired; empty pages of a new book waiting to be filled. However, I didn’t let that disgruntle me this time, even with the mornings that I sensed were rather melancholic, rejecting the magic of sunrises. I’d wake expecting a sky full of charm and colours— but slowly retreat in disappointment, being greeted by fogs, nipped sunrises and prevailing morning mists. But I don’t mind, I’m still a patient lover for mornings, even if January decides to inflict the atmosphere with southern winds that carry the dust, intoxicating the horizons. I know that soon, really soon, the grasses shall burst with yellow buds of dandelions, and I shall soar with hopes of spring and warmth to come. February is coming, a-coming. I haven’t been productive this month, or not as I wanted to be. But I’ve spent many nights in the living room, spending awkward silen...