Four in the morning
Yes I know its horribly early and apart from Aramantha the cloud is
rather quiet right now... But it made me think of something. On
another blog we have been remembering hair, lets have a new
thread and remember time. A very specific time. Four in the
morning. A special time...
Many moons ago, long before my current world began, I was a teenager, with a crush on a guy... My friend and I were staying, as guests, at a children's home in the South of England. We knew some of the staff who worked there and this guy was one of those staff members. Nothing naughty, mockingbird was an innocent in those days, stop laughing cloud members 'tis true, 'tis true.....
And this guy and I stayed up very very late, and at four in the morning we were walking and talking. My first real adult conversation.... so it was special. And on a golf course on a very misty summer morning when it was just getting light...very beautiful, a little cool, and very, very memorable. I remember it as if it was yesterday.......
Many moons ago, long before my current world began, I was a teenager, with a crush on a guy... My friend and I were staying, as guests, at a children's home in the South of England. We knew some of the staff who worked there and this guy was one of those staff members. Nothing naughty, mockingbird was an innocent in those days, stop laughing cloud members 'tis true, 'tis true.....
And this guy and I stayed up very very late, and at four in the morning we were walking and talking. My first real adult conversation.... so it was special. And on a golf course on a very misty summer morning when it was just getting light...very beautiful, a little cool, and very, very memorable. I remember it as if it was yesterday.......
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...remembering my first love and years later a last radio watch at night in the desert.
....and sadly, last Thursday drinking coffee outside my house wating for my oppo to arrive in the van.
4 o'clock
It's two in the morning. I'm lying awake.
It's so quiet I can hear my heart break.
You steal into my mind, without any warning,
In the slow quiet hours, between now and morning.
'It's four in the morning, and once moe the dawning,
Just woke up the wanting in me.'
Anyone remember that?
For me, four in the morning, each November, is NaNo time. That's when I'm up and staring to write - in order to meet the 1667 word daily target demanded by National Novel Writing Month and write a 50,000 word novel in a month.
My romantic early morning memories probably don't reach as far as four a.m., but started at midnight when my girlfriend (now my wife of 40 years) and I walked to the Silent Pool off the A25 in Surrey through the eiriness of the dark forrest to its hidden depths - scary, but romantic.
Apart from that, there was the week I spent as part of the night security, patrolling the vast Stoneleigh showground - not romantic, lonely, with only two-way radio contact with my fellow security officers. As I recall, nothing ever happened at four.
Otherwise 4 a.m. and I have been comparative strangers - until more recently, thanks to my prostate.
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