Today, “Nothing makes sense”.
I hear people saying things like this all the time these days. But really, has there ever really been a time when things did make sense? And as someone who tried to meditate every morning, I can tell you that nothing can make sense if you let it…
Today, “Poisoning the brickwork”.
I will never understand why people paint brick. If you ask me, it’s just poisoning the brickwork. Myself, I prefer it natural with or without moss and other amazing things that seem to be able to grow wherever they want creeping from between the cracks.
Today, “Fictional failures”.
Do you mean failures of fictional characters? Failures of fiction to tell a good story? Tales of failure that are actually not true? I am too confused by this prompt, leading me once more to the conclusion that English is way too complicated without context.
Today, “A torrential time”.
Ah, June 2020. A torrential time in our history in oh, so many ways. Covid-19 continues to wreak havoc, especially south of us (no offense, Americans, but you will need to stay away for a bit longer…get your act together, so to speak). Protests world-wide rightfully asking our people and leaders to stop hurting people for no reason other than the colour of their skin. And more locally, and obviously not nearly as dire as the aforementioned issues, Junuary in Victoria.
Today, “Lost among the lilacs”.
I would be lost among the lilacs, since our lilac bush is completely out of control, were it not for the fact that we live in Victoria, B.C. and those lilacs are long gone. Which is good, because quite frankly, I don’t like lilacs. They make me sneeze.
Today, “Sprouts and sprites”.
We are a long way from the time of sprouts, and probably of sprites too. Spring seems so far away now, after weeks of lockdown, and now with restrictions being raised, still working at home. I feel like I hardly know what time of year it is. Even going to the garden centre to buy flowers for pots and vegetables for raised beds didn’t happen until last weekend. June. It didn’t happen until June! Oh, how I wish I could go back to the time of sprout and sprites, before 2020 truly began.
Today, “A hint of rain”.
A hint of rain, or teasing us mercilessly with the hope of rain? That’s what weather is link here in Victoria in the summer. We remember the endless downpours from October through March, forgetting the misery that comes with such dreariness, but we long for the return of the rains as grass dies, and flowers wilt. Waiting for that hint of rain that never quite comes.
Today, “Illicit desires and wild liaisons”.
It felt rather like an illicit desire to want to get my hair done. After all, there should be more important things one would want or need to do once pandemic restrictions have been lifted. But, that one wild liaison kept pulling me until one day, appointment made and safety precautions in place, Voila!
Today, “Pillars of the past”.
Pillars of the past used to hold up reality, the old normal. Going to concerts, walking into stores without masks or the fear of walking the wrong way down a one-way aisle. Like crumbling relics of ancient times, those pillars remain, ghostly in the backs of our minds, and sometimes we imagine they are still there, tall and strong. But we must bury the past and rebuild in a new image, still yet to be imagined.
(This is a picture of one pillar of my past, my office at work which I will likely not see again until 2021…)