time traveling ... in a way
i find myself drifting away while reading.
books or blogs. i guess i still had my idea spectacles on while reading, trying to pluck out another blog idea hidden within the words i'm scrolling through. at one point they stopped making sense and i found myself thinking about something else.
all the windows and doors are open in the house on a hot summer day.
everyone was out either doing errands, playing with the neighbours kids, or at work. i live with 9 other people in a small bungalow. and i was the only one in the house. we don't have air-conditioning or fan. we never owned one. we couldn’t afford. not that we mind. we can stand the heat, and we have the breeze that cools us down thanks to my grandmothers garden and trees we had surrounding our house. it was better to save the money for something else important.
there like a starfish, arms and legs spread out, feeling the trails of sweat cooling from the breeze that enters the house. laying on the creaky wooden floor. the waft of old wood would come to my nose every now and then. hearing the trees rustle from the wind. i can also hear the giant bamboo trees swaying. have you heard them when they dance? they create a shaking sound with the size and shape of the sturdy leaves. i think it has something to do with that.
if i close my eyes the trees swaying would almost sound like distant waves.
i hear the neighbours chickens clucking. they’re literally right outside our windows. it’s bothersome in the early morning when i have tons of chickens screaming right outside my bedroom window. or in the afternoon when they're being fed. our houses in the area are near each other and they needed a place for their many chickens.
later, i would hear distant laughing and slapping slippers on the ground and that’s my cue to get up and go out of the house.
to have that again is impossible. too much has changed. the closest i can do is to try to remember.