Post by Fabian Bastiaan on May 13, 2010 12:38:14 GMT -8
It's such a shame to let this go to waste
There's a little time left here for saving face
We tried to put a bandage on these years...[/i]
The sky was looking particularly pretty today. It was already seven AM, but the sun was only just rising into the sky, and Fabian could see it painting the sky a mirage of colours as it hovered over the treetops. A strange mixture of pink and orange shone down on the grassy clearing, beaming down on his long brown ponytail, making him feel a little angelic. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching him, Fabian swept up his hoe and started swirling around in circles, dancing to the music that played through his earphones, snug in his ears. His years of ballet training kicked in, and he performed glissades and pirouettes to an imaginary audience, lifting his 'partner' - hoe - high above his head. He had already kicked off his brown gardening sandals, and his bare feet swept easily across the soft grass. Although it had rained the night before and the grass was slightly wet, nothing hindered Fabian's performance.
Slowly, almost as if it was carefully creeping away, the colour faded and the sun rose into the sky, beaming down like a baking cake. Fabian pulled to a finish, dropping down on one knee, and then rising carefully to remove his heavy jacket. Now he was slightly cold, wearing only a grey shirt advertising the Mountain Lodge up north and a pair of blue jeans. He chucked his jacket, and it sailed over the field to land beside his discarded shoes. Feeling content, he grabbed the hoe from where he had left it and returned to the bed of flowers where he had been working before the urge to dance had come upon him.
Not many weeds chose to grow in the delicate garden of the park, and the little ones that were there, Fabian quickly pulled out. Despite the fact that the park was humongous and he was the only care taker, he had no trouble keeping it in pristine condition. The occasional kid scrawled graffiti on trees, but that was the only trouble I had. People rarely littered, and instead of using the designated trash bins, they usually took their trash with them. The compost heaps were well used, so I had a never ending supply of fertilizer for my plants.
It was peaceful. It was how it had been for the past nine years, since the old caretaker had retired and he had taken over. Fabian was not extremely happy, but he was fairly content. No one bothered me, except the occasional person who thanked me for my work in the park, and he liked that, not being one to appreciate company. This was as good as he thought life would ever get; what more could there be anyway?
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~Lifehouse, Bridges[/right]
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There's a little time left here for saving face
We tried to put a bandage on these years...[/i]
The sky was looking particularly pretty today. It was already seven AM, but the sun was only just rising into the sky, and Fabian could see it painting the sky a mirage of colours as it hovered over the treetops. A strange mixture of pink and orange shone down on the grassy clearing, beaming down on his long brown ponytail, making him feel a little angelic. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching him, Fabian swept up his hoe and started swirling around in circles, dancing to the music that played through his earphones, snug in his ears. His years of ballet training kicked in, and he performed glissades and pirouettes to an imaginary audience, lifting his 'partner' - hoe - high above his head. He had already kicked off his brown gardening sandals, and his bare feet swept easily across the soft grass. Although it had rained the night before and the grass was slightly wet, nothing hindered Fabian's performance.
Slowly, almost as if it was carefully creeping away, the colour faded and the sun rose into the sky, beaming down like a baking cake. Fabian pulled to a finish, dropping down on one knee, and then rising carefully to remove his heavy jacket. Now he was slightly cold, wearing only a grey shirt advertising the Mountain Lodge up north and a pair of blue jeans. He chucked his jacket, and it sailed over the field to land beside his discarded shoes. Feeling content, he grabbed the hoe from where he had left it and returned to the bed of flowers where he had been working before the urge to dance had come upon him.
Not many weeds chose to grow in the delicate garden of the park, and the little ones that were there, Fabian quickly pulled out. Despite the fact that the park was humongous and he was the only care taker, he had no trouble keeping it in pristine condition. The occasional kid scrawled graffiti on trees, but that was the only trouble I had. People rarely littered, and instead of using the designated trash bins, they usually took their trash with them. The compost heaps were well used, so I had a never ending supply of fertilizer for my plants.
It was peaceful. It was how it had been for the past nine years, since the old caretaker had retired and he had taken over. Fabian was not extremely happy, but he was fairly content. No one bothered me, except the occasional person who thanked me for my work in the park, and he liked that, not being one to appreciate company. This was as good as he thought life would ever get; what more could there be anyway?
I know this isn't what you want to hear
You can say what you like pass the blame I don't mind because
We both lit the match that burned the bridge...
[/i]You can say what you like pass the blame I don't mind because
We both lit the match that burned the bridge...
~Lifehouse, Bridges[/right]
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