Earworm

I’ll tell you what want, what I really, really want. . . Is for this damn song to be gone from my head.  It has burrowed itself into my subconscious and is right there waiting for me when I open my bleary eyes in the morning.  An earworm gleefully torturing me. 

It used to be Sherry Baby, thank goodness it’s moved on but really – the Spice Girls?

Then, a flash of red, a figure hurrying toward me, she better hurry the bus is almost here.  Oh no, it’s the very talkative woman who now insists on telling me a blow-by-blow description, from her toe in need of a band-aid to the time her alarm is set versus the time she actually got up,

Anyway, I’m on the bus and the sky is clear, the soft blue of a starling’s egg. As I look out the window, the scene scrolls past like an old-fashioned movie strip, although this version is technicolour not grainy grey.

It goes fast, it seems we have a speedy driver today. It makes me think of how fast life passes by, how things can change, in a blink sometimes.  Thank heavens we don’t know the future.  I’m sure if that was the case, we’d all be driven crazy.  The trick is to not live in the past.  Of course there are treasured memories that must be preserved, I am still trying to master the incessant ‘what ifs’.  Thankfully, I am getting better at that and I continue to hone this skill. 

Another glance out the window, and like a talisman a black crow, glossy wings spread wide is silhouetted against the sky.  It was brief and it was beautiful.  A few seconds in time that mesmerised me with the magic of the world.

Glimpses of the city, high-rise buildings standing like sentinels; and cranes, like huge stick creatures.  I watched a bird alight on a criss-cross of the latticed boom, a small creature, taking rest on this man-made mammoth of a machine. 

My view today a little different to usual and all because I sat on the opposite side of the bus, not through choice though, the red-panted talker took my spot! I’m thanking her now for giving me a different perspective of this world we live in.  I would have missed the moment of witnessing the crow’s flight.  It’s all in the perspective, it’s in the little things that I find meaning. The mosaic of life, where we all fit together.  Sometimes haphazardly but we are all here, at this point in time, living.

Make the moments count, cherish your loved ones, be open to new experiences and above all, be kind to yourself. 

I for one am happy to be a piece in the puzzle, me in my koala covered dress.