Day 1A Chapter by Vasco De Mello
Day 1 Entry 1:
The journey before me is filled with eagerly awaited surprises. I do have interesting sights I wish to quench my curiosity with, but what may come, may come. Blindly following a plan is incomprehensible to me. True you must have a destination to start a journey, but like a leaf blowing back and forth in autumn, it does not fall to the ground, but sways and glides, greeting the birds, feeling the air. It does a dance to the merry tune of the wind before it gently kisses the earth. Yes I 'plan' to see Mt Fuji amongst many things. But I will NOT fall. I will feel the earth, delight my eyes with the sunrise as I say hello to the New Year. This story of mine will be filled with people who's company I have enjoyed and places I will never forget. Every destination begins with a step as it is commonly said. My first step is within the Halls of Heathrow. Where lights and reflections touch the floor leaving hazy ghosts, and a multitude of languages can be heard. To have the time to learn them all and hear the many stories being whispered by some and announced by others with laughter and smiles. Some feet tapping, arms folded, imitating the eagerness I feel to get up and start my adventure. Ho! As if heard by the heavens, an announcement is proclaimed, feet everywhere cease and silence as the trumpets blare, signalling for all to begin boarding. I leave you with these few words as I join the masses. Tonight I fly, Tonight I feel the air, Tonight I shall dance in the wind and kiss the earth when I arrive. Day 1 Entry 2: Awakening inside the giant metal beast, motionless wings carrying us through the sky with a thunderous roar. Isn't it a marvel at what we have accomplished. A fantasy explained. This age of science and technology brings wonders to the world, seen by any other this flight is magic, till we bite the apple of knowledge and all illusion falls like a curtain. I know why we fly, but the magic is oh so fantastic. So I must put up the curtain again, and live like a child watching from wondrous eyes of grandeur. A living dream we can remember forever as we catch glimpses with every blink of an eye. I much prefer my mind racing with wild explanations as to the current events. Could it be that we hang in the sky, thread caught on the moon as the earth spins, the sun ushering our arrival? Or could it be as beautiful as sitting in a great whale swimming in the ocean of stars, wave of night blue clouds licking at its belly. With the London Symphony playing through my ears, urging countless possibilities with every crescendo of the violin or playfulness of fingers on piano. Gods, even this music is a font of wondrous fantastical stories, so much so that I fear I will exhaust my mind with amazing fancies. I close my eyes as the music slows. The piano whispering to the pace of my heart as it slows. Calm. I take a breath and open my eyes. The stillness of the night is lovely. That, is that can be said. No flowery words or complicated sonnets of its beauty. The one word describes it in its simplicity most beautifully. The night is lovely. I shall return, let this whale rock me to sleep, or is it a moon holding me by a thread? Day 1 Entry 3: Drifting out of sleep but for a moment to put pen on paper and express how writing feels. It feels like... It makes me feel like I am painting a magnificent rainbow of black and white, every shade an emotion I cant help but show. My hand must rest, so that my mind can do likewise. Eyes listen to me and lower your shades. Let the mind wander for a bit, like a cat at night, don’t return till the sun warms my face. © 2016 Vasco De MelloAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorVasco De MelloLondon, West End, United KingdomAboutI have been reading for as long as I can remember, all kinds of stories, but the ones that excited me most were new worlds or imaginings. Reading about distant lands, fantastical creatures and strange.. more..Writing
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