Pomp and Pompousness
Listening to: Mr. Brightside, The Killers
Sunshine State
A weekend in the capital augured much, delivered even more. No, there weren’t drunken nights in nocturnal habitats nor was there the cacophony of musical talent so boldly on display. Yet the parents were both in town and we had a blast… all that was missing was the 4th member of the family.
From wall color selection to the selection of art to adorn the walls of each room and the possible concept of a wine cellar, there was always a pull and tug of opinion. Dreamy days of firmament castles, possibilities endless yet simple literature soaked with a comfy sunshine finish.
Dawn Beckons, calm before the storm
Without the illusion of piousness, a trip to the pew unearthed little truths from a preacher least loved. Lessons are learnt only if lessons are practiced, one believes. Fellowship perhaps something less practiced in modern times without the illusion of the Sunday Smile. In the presence of tea and less common companions, terms of existence were doled out and dissonance of erratic laughter ensued.
Closing Time
Open up all the doors and let you out into the world. It’s ½ way through this flight and tomorrow a world of work beckons. It’s reluctance, not dread this time around. The crystal ball prognosticating a late night in hope the day shan’t start before Mr. Sandman has his way… After all, every beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
*spoiler: Silly neighbor though admittedly had cause for concern, can’t tolerate being polite for just one minute. Yet, to give in would have been less gracious, perhaps a salvo of witty retort was what the doctor ordered, lest in the presence of the parents, it wasn’t in order.
-fin-
Sunshine State
A weekend in the capital augured much, delivered even more. No, there weren’t drunken nights in nocturnal habitats nor was there the cacophony of musical talent so boldly on display. Yet the parents were both in town and we had a blast… all that was missing was the 4th member of the family.
From wall color selection to the selection of art to adorn the walls of each room and the possible concept of a wine cellar, there was always a pull and tug of opinion. Dreamy days of firmament castles, possibilities endless yet simple literature soaked with a comfy sunshine finish.
Dawn Beckons, calm before the storm
Without the illusion of piousness, a trip to the pew unearthed little truths from a preacher least loved. Lessons are learnt only if lessons are practiced, one believes. Fellowship perhaps something less practiced in modern times without the illusion of the Sunday Smile. In the presence of tea and less common companions, terms of existence were doled out and dissonance of erratic laughter ensued.
Closing Time
Open up all the doors and let you out into the world. It’s ½ way through this flight and tomorrow a world of work beckons. It’s reluctance, not dread this time around. The crystal ball prognosticating a late night in hope the day shan’t start before Mr. Sandman has his way… After all, every beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.
*spoiler: Silly neighbor though admittedly had cause for concern, can’t tolerate being polite for just one minute. Yet, to give in would have been less gracious, perhaps a salvo of witty retort was what the doctor ordered, lest in the presence of the parents, it wasn’t in order.
-fin-
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