Time's a Revelator
The last few days i’ve been wandering about in a haze. You know if i thought 40 was amazing 41 has already surpassed itself. If i don’t have another rest of the year, i honestly do not mind. If they said, right you get one day of being 41, i’d say, yep that works for me.
Had a totally magical evening out in Belfast, just going from one place to another. It was like walking into one Santa’s cave after another. The atmosphere, the music, the food, the weather, the crowds. It has been ages since i’ve done that and i felt like a child in Wonderland.
What it said to me was that i had made Belfast my home. I met people along the way, chatted easily, people were in such find mood... at The Black Box the music was out of this world. And then we met this guy called Mallon. Mallon... hm, do you enjoy cycling? Er why... just that Mallon is an unusual name and the Mallon that i know of also likes Goethean Science? Well that has got to be me, cos i am into my Goethean Science, especially colour theory. Where in the world can you walk into a gig and talk about Gothean Colour Theory. Anyway, we exchanged numbers because it was that kinda night. Promise you'll teach the class i said...
It was that kind of evening, one vignette after another. Honestly... it was just tremendous.
So there we all sat, in the BB, listening to Winter Mountain, i was crying by the time the set ended. The music was achingly beautiful and the wine was on the fifth glass. After that we headed to the Duke and sat under the shade, away from the rain, just talking, chatting and laughing. People all around us were doing the same and everything seemed both so far away but so very real.
The night sort of ended at Thompsons where we laughed at everyone dancing and just stood at the top rails, and in the gardens, feeling older and at the same time so alive.
The sparkly lights and the atmos, the revellers and the mild magic... my boots are still wet from tramping in puddles... but i reckon i’ll always have wet boots... even when i’m 42. :-)
And at this stage... i feel utterly like i've entered this strange new place, this strange new phase and that possibly anything is possible... and i don't have a map, no compass, no nothing. Just love hope and trust to chart the journey according to the clear coldness of the skies against the stars. The bright moon, the unceasing seas... and the gift of many more birthdays to come.
Had a totally magical evening out in Belfast, just going from one place to another. It was like walking into one Santa’s cave after another. The atmosphere, the music, the food, the weather, the crowds. It has been ages since i’ve done that and i felt like a child in Wonderland.
What it said to me was that i had made Belfast my home. I met people along the way, chatted easily, people were in such find mood... at The Black Box the music was out of this world. And then we met this guy called Mallon. Mallon... hm, do you enjoy cycling? Er why... just that Mallon is an unusual name and the Mallon that i know of also likes Goethean Science? Well that has got to be me, cos i am into my Goethean Science, especially colour theory. Where in the world can you walk into a gig and talk about Gothean Colour Theory. Anyway, we exchanged numbers because it was that kinda night. Promise you'll teach the class i said...
It was that kind of evening, one vignette after another. Honestly... it was just tremendous.
So there we all sat, in the BB, listening to Winter Mountain, i was crying by the time the set ended. The music was achingly beautiful and the wine was on the fifth glass. After that we headed to the Duke and sat under the shade, away from the rain, just talking, chatting and laughing. People all around us were doing the same and everything seemed both so far away but so very real.
The night sort of ended at Thompsons where we laughed at everyone dancing and just stood at the top rails, and in the gardens, feeling older and at the same time so alive.
The sparkly lights and the atmos, the revellers and the mild magic... my boots are still wet from tramping in puddles... but i reckon i’ll always have wet boots... even when i’m 42. :-)
And at this stage... i feel utterly like i've entered this strange new place, this strange new phase and that possibly anything is possible... and i don't have a map, no compass, no nothing. Just love hope and trust to chart the journey according to the clear coldness of the skies against the stars. The bright moon, the unceasing seas... and the gift of many more birthdays to come.
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