The rain has been a welcoming sight these past few days. After weeks of blazing sun and scorching heat, parched throats and sun-baked skin, I welcome the sight, sound and smell of raindrops plopping down the windowsill.
But not tonight.
The rain did little to ease the heat. In fact, it made the air teemed with humidity, so thick you could run a knife through it. Even with the air-conditioning turned on, I’m beaded with sweat. I look at the time, it’s midnight. I see the rain has stopped, but the night remained balmy and humid. No stars, just clouds. It’s one of those nights where everyone’s asleep in their beds, possibly conjuring happy dreams, and there you are, wide awake, with a million thoughts running around your gray matter, spinning into swirls of incomprehensible scenarios and themes.
I’m turning melancholic. If you must know. And the balmy night ain’t helping either.
I thought about how easy it was to be a kid again. To just lived the days as it is. Carpe diem. No worries, no pressure, no baggage. As a kid, I used to enjoy sneaking out of the house on a clear, cloudless night. I don’t go very far…just out in the porch (I might be a kid, but I wasn’t stupid to wander about in the darkness). I’d sit on my dad’s car, staring up onto space, and just stare at those blinking lights out yonder in the Milky Way. I’d get dazzled by the stars, spellbound by its magic, despite it being a million light years away. I wished I could just float amongst the stars, maybe catch a shooting star on my way home.
I remembered a scene from Superman, circa 1980 – the one with him flying about space with Lois Lane, with the love theme “Can You Read My Mind” playing at the background. Loved that scene! Just him and Lois soaring through the clouds, big full moon and twinkling lights enveloping them in the night sky. Sighhh..fell real hard for Christopher Reeve right there and then. Now THAT is my idea of a stellar date (pun intended). These days, if you want to see stars on your date, you either have to have a very super-rich partner who owns a spaceship, or you need to get high on drugs or get plonked on the head to see stars. Not recommended, of course.
So Christopher Reeve helped reaffirm my love in the celestial body. And I am now babbling like a fool…first with the weather, and then the stars, and now Superman. I told you my mind gets awry on starless, humid, balmy nights!
I guess all I wanted to say was, I wished there were times where we can shun the inhibitions, ignore the norm, throw caution to the wind and just be a kid again. Wouldn’t that be nice?
But not tonight.
The rain did little to ease the heat. In fact, it made the air teemed with humidity, so thick you could run a knife through it. Even with the air-conditioning turned on, I’m beaded with sweat. I look at the time, it’s midnight. I see the rain has stopped, but the night remained balmy and humid. No stars, just clouds. It’s one of those nights where everyone’s asleep in their beds, possibly conjuring happy dreams, and there you are, wide awake, with a million thoughts running around your gray matter, spinning into swirls of incomprehensible scenarios and themes.
I’m turning melancholic. If you must know. And the balmy night ain’t helping either.
I thought about how easy it was to be a kid again. To just lived the days as it is. Carpe diem. No worries, no pressure, no baggage. As a kid, I used to enjoy sneaking out of the house on a clear, cloudless night. I don’t go very far…just out in the porch (I might be a kid, but I wasn’t stupid to wander about in the darkness). I’d sit on my dad’s car, staring up onto space, and just stare at those blinking lights out yonder in the Milky Way. I’d get dazzled by the stars, spellbound by its magic, despite it being a million light years away. I wished I could just float amongst the stars, maybe catch a shooting star on my way home.
I remembered a scene from Superman, circa 1980 – the one with him flying about space with Lois Lane, with the love theme “Can You Read My Mind” playing at the background. Loved that scene! Just him and Lois soaring through the clouds, big full moon and twinkling lights enveloping them in the night sky. Sighhh..fell real hard for Christopher Reeve right there and then. Now THAT is my idea of a stellar date (pun intended). These days, if you want to see stars on your date, you either have to have a very super-rich partner who owns a spaceship, or you need to get high on drugs or get plonked on the head to see stars. Not recommended, of course.
So Christopher Reeve helped reaffirm my love in the celestial body. And I am now babbling like a fool…first with the weather, and then the stars, and now Superman. I told you my mind gets awry on starless, humid, balmy nights!
I guess all I wanted to say was, I wished there were times where we can shun the inhibitions, ignore the norm, throw caution to the wind and just be a kid again. Wouldn’t that be nice?
3 thots:
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haha...very funny. :P
yes... i want to be a kid again. no fun being a responsible adult.
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