for all the ways in which we embrace each and every day. sunday night and i'm tired.
simply and wonderfully tired.
in fact, i almost think i'm even too tired to write.
but i'll try.and simply spill a word or two before me
before i crawl into the warm comfort of blankets and pillows
and say good night for the day.
and i'm asking myself, why it is,
that weekends always come and go so quick?
saturday morning meant being up bright and early,
had an appointment with isabelle at the salon
just for a wee trim and shape and a bit of colour...
i thought.
sat there with my cup of coffee
and then isabelle spoke the words
saying we're going short.
and i think i went speechless for a moment.
needless to say,
pageboy bobbish kind of short.
and it's absolutely sweet if i can even say that myself.
and it wasn't until around noon that i found my way out
into the hustle and bustle of the streets
with all attempts at christmas. and shopping.
but it's been a while since i've been in lahr,
or simply even had the time to wander,
so it was less about taking care of gifts and presents,
and more about running into friends and faces
and taking time for coffee. at the bistro.
i managed to get a few things done
but had to be at isabelle's for three.
coffee. cake. champagne.
with the girls.
we just wanted to spend a bit of time together before i leave.
and to be honest,
it still really hasn't sunk in yet that tuesday's the day
and i'll be singing...
"so kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go.
cause i'm leaving on a jet plane
don't know when i'll be back again..."
and i'll be on my way home.
anyhow. a lovely afternoon with the girls.
with my bella. dani and susan too.
and on my way driving home,
a few of the things that made me smile were
of stopping at the gas station
and the cashier smiling and saying,
i haven't seen you in a while.
and me coming to think,
yeah, that's right. i haven't been here in a while.
and smiling back.
and then he gave me chocolate. yummy yummy chocolate.
simply saying,
here, have this on your way home.
at times, i swear it's the simplest and sweetest things
that make the difference.
and then, it was about driving home and following
the path and trace of a voluptious full moon
shining. bigger and brighter than life.
and on the radio they were playing the cure.
and that had me singing along with an even bigger smile...
"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you,
I promise that I'll run away with you."
and god i love that song. and those words.
i think that's why it had to be written over here
and just for the way, it's a part of what life and love is meant to be.
anyhow, i still needed to get myself to the cité,
just to pick up another gift or two
but i was also supposed to be meeting up with fausto for a drink as well.
so is this the time and place i confess that i was running just a wee bit late
once again?
yes. angie. typical angie.
but i do my best.
and that was saturday.
today meant getting up early again
and heading to the office.
there's simply so much i still need to get done.
and that deadline, i have to admit again,
it does have me a bit worried.
i know everyone will be fine.
and i know everything will work out just as well.
but still.
it's the adrenaline. and the anticipation.
everytime this part of a new catalogue draws near.
and just because it matters so much. and means the world to me.
i left the office around four o'clock
and off to oberkirch i was to meet up with simone.
and how wonderful it was to see her.
we talked and talked and talked.
about what's all been and what all should be.
about men. about work. about ideas.
and simply about life.
i think we could have talked all night.
and she was simply the most wonderful inspiration.
but also the most wonderful confirmation. and motivation.
she wanted a femme heureuse shirt as well
so i had brought that along.
and she slipped into it right away.
shite. damn. silly me.
we should have taken a photograph
because trust me when i say,
she looked marvelous, absolutely marvelous in that shirt.
and that shirt looked marvelous, absolutely marvelous on her.
she has a few meetings and interviews coming up as well,
so she said there's no doubt in her mind with what she'll be wearing.
femme heureuse. that's what it's all about.
living and being. femme heureuse.
and then, driving home again,
there she was.
that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.
i had to stop. and i had to pull off on to the side of the road.
step out and go for a walk. and have a cigarette.
and it felt like all i could do
was look at that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.
and then i carried on.
driving.
and then i heard a voice i hadn't heard in a long while.
maybe an intentional long while.
but i heard his voice. speaking. on the radio.
and i had to catch my breath. hold my breath.
and remind myself.
femme heureuse. femme heureuse.
and let it go.
that voice. that thought. and the feeling of him.
and now it's sunday night,
and a chilly cold december's sunday night.
on the floor there's a suitcase almost packed.
on the table there's a glass of pinot noir at my side
and three candles burning for advent.
and looking thru my window,
there she is again.
that moon. that beautiful and glorious moon.
la lune. i like simply calling her la lune.
1 comment:
"yes. i had quit. and back on the verge of quitting.
but every now and then. and for moments like this.
there's a time and there's a place. and a cigarette."
same here...exactly the same.
Post a Comment