off much deprived limelight

The afternoon's staring away and listening to voices while sitting cross-legged on the red cushioned chair was an experience. It felt like being zapped to and fro; all the time at ultra speed. That inner holding cell felt overwhelming and that was why the thought of food irked so much that the rumbling tummy quieten itself into silence.

It is on days like this that I am glad I threw in the three three-dimensional pocket stars into my pencil case. That, coupled with a few animated stories from a lecturer that doesn't stop for breath and you're pretty much set to use the get out of jail card. But getting out of the holding cell doesn't necessarily mean everything's okay.

No, quite far from it, really.

If you sat with me, we'd just be sitting.
Perhaps in silence. Perhaps in a mountain of tissue paper. Or perhaps in pockets of giggles so ticklish that laughter would be only a moment out of our reach.
Oh, let me tell you, I can sit. The question is will you sit with me? And for how long.

For now, sitting isn't the issue. I'll sit alone because I have to be strong like that. It wasn't ever a problem because I know of one much greater who will sit with me at every red-cushioned chair, every sidewalk, every park bench. No, this is not it for now 'cause I think the answer to this question can wait.

It's that, that I just typed and hit backspace on.

=) But forget that because it rained. Oh so heavily and oh so prettily! =)

After a half an hour, a text message, the reply to the text and my own reply, we were still staring at the same red traffic lights. Good thing we moved 'cause it was crazy how I was about ready to do as I texted. Trust me, a walk in the awesome heavy rain is worth putting your car into park in bad traffic. You could probably get home and back and you wouldn't have missed a thing.

Upon getting home, there was allowance to indulge.
This was one that only involved a worn out pair of slippers, hair up in a bun and this morning's 'outfit' to college, the genius duo that is Hansard & Irglova and a trusty phone camera.

Hanging my legs in the air was just the right remedy.

And a much more perfect close than the one that I expected.
Thank You for the beauty. And grace.

minx wrote at10:29 PM
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