“I’m With You” sounds like a song by anyone but Avril Lavigne… “Isn’t anyone trying to find me? Won’t somebody come take me home? It’s a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life. Wont you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new. I don’t know who you are, but I… I’m with you. I’m with you…”
Another sunny day today. Could it be that summer is itching to make its way here a little early. I really am loving the weather at the moment because although it’s sunny, there’s a cold chill in the air, which to me is the best of both worlds. In this weather our bodies can’t really tan but they’ll happily make our vitamin D.
Lately my brother hangs out quite a lot in my room. He nearly always comes in to have his dinner in my room so that he can watch TV or a video whilst he’s eating. And just like last week, after he finished eating, he lay down on my bed and fell asleep. He’s so cute when he does that and even watching him sleep today reminds me of the time he was a kid, stretched out on my bed after a long day of playing games and also of the time he was a baby, snoozing complacently without a care in the world. Those times didn’t seem so long ago.
It feels almost surreal watching broadcasts of the scenes from Iraq. There’s a real war going on and it didn’t really sink in for me till last night when I was watching footage of buildings on fire in the city, with the sky filling up with smoke. That could easily have been London or even the buildings near my house. We’re all so fortunate really. I really can’t imagine what the people of Baghdad and surrounding regions are going through right now, so instead I imagine all the things I take for granted here. And appreciate them even more.
The consecutive dreaming came to an end last night. Even by the evening yesterday I had already forgotten about the previous night’s vivid dream, only to find out the answer later in the evening. It’s a strange feeling to be deeply confused about certain things until suddenly the answer falls in your lap. Then suddenly everything clicks into place and clarity is restored to a once clouded mind. Sometimes the truth will hurt and sometimes it won’t. Sometimes it’ll even do both, but you can’t think of the consequences when you go out seeking the truth. You have to just sit back and introduce your 2 old friends. “Caution, meet Wind.”
But what has passed has passed. Still, it was just a dream and still, I believe in the patience of angels.
