Post #6: Clear as the skies

As I woke up the morning of saturday, the fifth of february to the tune of a busy hotel room, I couldnt help but smile. My mom hurried out the room while my friend followed her, thinking about his pointless (at least to me) SAT practice. Slowly but surely I got up from my bed and headed torwards the balcony of the room. Looking out the window I thought to my self how busy my day was going to be, but also how pointless it would have been to rush myself. So I walked torward the door and into the breakfest cafe. Looking over the families and recently maried couples and saw how easily society broke down in a restaurant. Between the obviously rich, eating their weight in lobster omelets and the ones wondering if they skipped on getting toast, they could get a taxi later that day. It was funny, cause I never thought of any of that. Im still young and luckly have never gone hungry. It was a nice refresher seeing that I fit nicely in the middle. So I awaited next to the pool for my friends to arrive and celebrate with me. What was that we were celebrating? Well mostly just the fact that we could celebrate. But if I were to put a tag on it, the word birthday would fit nicely there. Mine to be more precise. Though it is still 2 weeks away, its never too early to enjoy. We laughed, we reflected. But mostly, we existed. It seems like some sort of existencialist bullshit but I can think of no better description. And it wasnt till the very end when we just layed down to talk that I went back to thinking of that nightingale. And it was noticeable. They just kept going and left me to my thoughts, and for that I thank them. It helped quite a lot, but now is no time for that. We moved on to deep conversation, things I wouldnt have dreamed of talking about till I was maybe in the patio of my own house, with a beer in one hand and my children enjoying their day like a child should, playing how they please and learning to socialize. How most perfer to keep the other half happy rather than fight to the fullest. I learned most about my friends in one day than I have in my life. Not because I am not normally with them, but because I never sat down to talk rather than listen, I gave my input and got back as much and that felt great. And it was incredibly interesting that my muse wasnt there. Why? Because this has been one of the only days without her that Ive been this happy.