sweet scents of petals and pastry…
of minty greens and wilting leaves,
of pretty pinks and dancing daisies,
of fresh flour and warm bread,
and of sour lemon seeping into
crumbling tart, all
ride on the waves of a gentle breeze
and permeate the summer air.
“Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.”
Traveling back to Perth is something that my family do often, but we only stay for around a week at a time. So it is something that we always look forward to. My littlest brother and I love walking around the lake we have in the front of our house. Almost every time we’d step outside and get ready for our walk, our next door neighbour would be out front with the cutest little puppy, fixing up his garden, waving and saying hello. I was inspired by this little scenario and decided to write a little something about it…
At the same time of every day,
I would take a walk around the lake.
Just as the sun would set,
I’d make my way back home.
And when I did, I always saw the same thing.
I would see a man and his dog in the garden next door.
It didn’t matter if it rained or hailed,
thundered or stormed.
He was always there.
Shovel in hand, sweat off his brow, and his dog by his side.
There was a profound sense of loyalty –
the dog to his owner, and the man to his home.
“A dog is the only thing on Earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”
Today, I woke up to the sound of
raindrops knocking on my window.
I looked outside and there was not
a single soul in sight.
Nothing disturbed nature’s peace – only nature itself.
And even then,
it was a peaceful disturbance;
a necessary disturbance;
dramatic in the least dramatic way possible.
I can only imagine what tomorrow will bring.
Perhaps I will meet the colours of the rainbow…
All seven of them!
“Never lose hope. Stay strong, you never know what tomorrow brings.”