I Wrote Something

Yesterday I went on a ride through the park. I took my bike out to enjoy the sunshine and rode all the way down the road, something like three miles (maybe four) to get to the big park around the far end of where I live. It was lovely there. Gorgeous green grass, freshly cut, singing birds everywhere, blossom breaking out on every branch and ducks of all sorts waddling along or roosting near the water. Screaming children, happy couples and groups on blankets were all over the place, along with the pretty standard sights of boys gathered in a clump kicking around a battered football.

It was beautiful. I sat down under a tree and after worrying about whether or not some bird would decide to crap on me, relaxed enough to turn up the music on my mp3 player and just sit.
View of the Park, photo credit: Leah Osbourne, 2011
Its been months since I just sat outside and enjoyed the breeze on my skin. Obviously winter is only just passing, so that’s not too strange, but I didn’t realise how much I missed that feeling. Not in the sun, but in the gentle shade thrown by the willow branches bending down to meet me from twenty feet above. To my left is the bridge which goes over a tiny strip of water where all the geese are gathered and to the right the rest of the water feature stretches out through the rest of the park. Behind me, there’s a path guiding people on various routes through the trees and beyond that is more water and a fountain which sends sparkling jets into the air and dampens everything within ten feet with a cool, sweet smelling mist.

When I turned off the mp3 player and decided to listen to nature instead of Weird Al and Eminem, I was further impressed by how quiet it was. Yes, certainly there were people talking, and ducks quacking and children screaming, but it was so peaceful. Even though I could just see the lines of traffic through the trees I couldn’t hear it. Not even the buses screaming by at 40mph. It was just a wonderful gap to what was actually a pretty damn good day.

It was a pretty good day.

So… I took my pen out of my bag, along with my notebook – that I carry everywhere by the way – and I wrote this while I was sitting on the bench:

The sun shines bright in a glorious way,
The birds; they sing a song of play,
I wake with a smile beside my man to say;
‘Its gonna be a good day.’

From my desk I watch the sunshine,
As it streams through the windows.
I watch the clock for the magical hour of freedom.
At last it strikes four, I’m out the door,
Singing at the top of my lungs:

The sun shines bright in a glorious way,
The birds, as they fly, sing a song of play.
I look to the sky and hear myself say;
‘Its gonna be a good day.’

The wind ruffles my hair,
Children’s laughter fills my ears,
The park is filled with the calm of the hour.
With a laugh and a smile, I amble on while
My mantra trips loud off my tongue:

The sun shines bright in glorious way,
My heart as it soars, sings a song of play!
A chorus of voices around me say;
‘Its gonna be a good day!’

The dusk settles in and fires leap out,
My dinner is cooked on outdoor flames.
The sunshine has flown, and I must go home;
Returning to the arms of my lover.

The sun shone for me in a glorious way,
My hours were bright, filled with innocent play.
My love, will you join me when I say;
‘It really was a good day.’

And it was. It really, really was! Even coming back and realising that I’d murderised the back tyre of my bike didn’t upset me. I felt too good and too light, which is wonderful after the panic of Tuesday.

Let’s see if I can keep it up!

About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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