We were like day and night, totally opposite each other but yet bound together. She was everything I wanted my wife to be and I was everything she wanted in a husband, but we were too different and so it didn’t last.
I’m reminded of her everyday as the sun sets and the moon claims the sky. She told me we were like them; lovers who should be together but could never be. For if the sun and the moon ever did join, what would happen? There’d be no official day and no official night thus upsetting the balance of life.
She decided to leave, thinking it was for the best because she had seen hints if how toxic we could be. I disagreed but she went in the night and I was unable to stop her. Now, I’m chasing after her like the sun does the moon, hoping we can figure things out.
The sun melted away across the sky and night become ruler once again. Autumn broke the dawn the next day. The wind switched directions, becoming colder and harsher. The leaves began to change colour and fall to the ground whilst the plants started dying. And just like that summer came to an end just like that.
In the mornings, he would sit in the tree and watch the village. At lunchtime he would come down, visit three houses for lunch then curl up somewhere warm and quiet for the afternoon. In the evenings, he strolled around till late then mewed at doors till someone let him in.
She didn’t know what happened, but somehow she’d lost a day. She knew it had something to do when the clocks had gone back at one am because of the post it note in her hand which told her to change her watch. Other then that though, there was nothing else to tell her what had gone on, but somehow she just knew that instead of a hour gained, she had had lost twenty-four hours.
It was going to be a bad day, Lily could just feel it. From somewhere deep at the back of her memory though she recalled what great grandma once said.
‘What you got to do, Lily, is tell yourself that after the storm there’s always a rainbow.’
‘What do you mean, granny?’ Lily recalled her younger self asking.
‘I mean, no matter how bad something is remember there is always something beautiful in the world. Even if it’s the smallest of flowers or the largest of animals. If you just look for it you’ll find it and you’ll realise that not everything is bad.’
‘Okay, granny. Can I get the tin horses out now?’
Lily came back to the present, smiling at the memory. Her younger self might not have understand any of that, but now as an adult she did get it. Finally, she got out of bed and as she prepared for the day, she held great grandma’s words close to her.
Today was another one of those days. The ideas were just there, almost within grasp and yet so far away like the setting sun on the horizon. The blank page was too just white to bare anymore and she felt mocked by it. She pressed her fingers on some random keys and filled the page a quarter way with strings of letters. She felt a little better and not so daunted. Then taking a deep breath, she began writing and in letting everything go, she was able to lose herself to the words.
All I want to do is curl up on the sofa and read. With the occasion break of staring out of the window and watching the birds playing in the back garden. Or counting the rain drops falling on the glass if the weather is on the turn again. Later on, I’ll make some coco and get some chocolate cake before going back to whatever book has fallen into my hands. Then the cat might come and curl into my lap, her purrs and my breathing all that can be heard. That’s how I want the day to pass in the mediation of reading.