Has the world gone mad?

Has the World Gone Mad Has the world gone mad?

I’m not politically adept, so can’t debate the why and wherefores but a known felon in the Whitehouse, that beggars belief!

I’m reading the Phillip Pullman trilogy ‘Dark Matters’ that talks about alternate universes, windows cut into the fabric of one universe, where you can pass into another.  If a window isn’t closed, then who’s to say what type of creature can pass through.  It feels to me like the world is out of kilter, windows have been left wide and there’s evil afoot.

Anyway, enough of that.  I’m on the bus, it’s Friday so that’s gotta be good. 

Outside the sky, like a witch’s brew of murky grey hangs low and hints at a deluge, perhaps later in the day. 

It’s pretty quiet commuter-wise.  I mean, who in their right mind would choose to go to work on a Friday?  Me for one!  It’s like a mini celebration, the end of the work week with the promise of a sleep in in the morning. 

None of my usual companions are here today.  And yes, I’m in ‘my spot’ perched above the wheel with my feet resting comfortably on the floor. 

Overnight, the wind has shaken the branches, I can see them in my mind’s eye reaching up to the night sky, waving like the arms of a Bollywood dancer.  The ground of the playing fields we pass, are covered in leaves of burnished browns and mellow yellows.  In places, like a carpet, others sparce and seemingly scattered like chicken feed. 

There are more people getting off than on.  I wonder how many will be left when we reach the city?

It pleases me, the amount of trees in this city in which I dwell.  Thank heavens it isn’t a concrete jungle with only the strongest of weeds growing through cracks in the pavement.  The green spaces and gardens are worth a visit, actually more than one visit would be better for our souls.  Just thinking of the coolness of a shady spot, the beauty of the flowers, arranged in colour coordination or scattered here and there, a bright glimpse of Mother nature at her best.  My nostrils are twitching with the promise of a heady scent or a delicious herby fragrance.

We are getting ever closer to the city centre.  I’ve watched these same houses for many years as I passed by.  I’ve seen them rundown and renewed.  Knocked down and rebuilt.  One, replaced with many.  It’s an ever-changing never-ending medley.

We pass by a particular spot and sometimes the bus stops right next to it.  If I could reach through the paned glass, I would pick a sprig of the delicate pink-flowered antigonon.  A reminder of my childhood home.  The latticed front covered with vine and blossoms. 

We’ve reached the city, my work day will soon begin. I hope no matter what you do, that your today holds moments of happiness.  Cast your minds back to a time you loved, grasp a memory, hold it in