The sun rays filtering through the corners of the train's window pane were blinding...just like the glories of yesterday? Yes and how satisfying it was to dwell on them..
How would such thoughts, however, have bearing on today's struggles and stresses though? Not really much....
How would such thoughts, however, have bearing on today's struggles and stresses though? Not really much....
Beyond the distant thick clouds I saw seemingly hallways of emptiness and longing, as well as barricades of tears and disappointments. In a vision I saw my house lonely, my garden weeping...the grasses growing tall yet quickly scorched by the heat of the sun.
I saw life in silent pain............Is this all there is to it?
I had watched the silky oak tree then--grow slowly month after month until it reached its maximum height of 25 metres or so. Through hail or windstorms, it stood unaffected...determined to stay strong... unlike the Canadian maple which just decided to die. How could it prevail against Eren and his axe? I could curse Eren if not crack his skull for killing my beloved tree! I wouldn't see a crown of red and golden leaves this autumn nor a crown of emerald green leaves in summer. I wouldn't have a sea of autumn leaves at all! It is all his fault!
I had watched the silky oak tree then--grow slowly month after month until it reached its maximum height of 25 metres or so. Through hail or windstorms, it stood unaffected...determined to stay strong... unlike the Canadian maple which just decided to die. How could it prevail against Eren and his axe? I could curse Eren if not crack his skull for killing my beloved tree! I wouldn't see a crown of red and golden leaves this autumn nor a crown of emerald green leaves in summer. I wouldn't have a sea of autumn leaves at all! It is all his fault!
Or should I blame myself? Well, I shouldn't have hired Eren to dig a hole. Was it his fault if he miscalculated the blow of his axe that hit the primary roots of my maple tree? Ah, I shouldn't have aspire to plant a tamarind tree, after all, I wasn't sure if this exotic tree would thrive.
As the train moved along, I saw in my mind the pretty but thorny sight of the bougainvillea running along the fence perpendicular to my street. In no time, it filled up the entire fence. Ah... that was beautiful indeed! The old fence certainly was a thing of light purple beauty!....until one neighbour (from my own country of origin!) complained! She feared her eyes could one day get prick by the thorns. And I would get sued... ? Yes, only if she was foolish enough to walk so close to the fence! Why? of course, there was about half a meter of pathway she could walk on.... and, away from my fence.
Then on my mind, I saw the infected wattle tree yet full of yellow blooms leaning more and more obtuse, threatening to fall on the three-stage compost bin my significant other built on my birthday week. Did he build it because he knew I was crazy about gardening or was it his way of telling me I was still special---after all the storms that have threatened to ruin the beauty of my surrounding?
Just like the microbial activity in the compost bin, things go slowly..in my life. I could not complain. It is rather difficult to hear the whispers of the stars in the night sky and see what the future holds.
