What are you going to do?
I don’t know yet.
time goes
past….
What did you do?
A bit of yoga, a bit.
Then I had a siesta.
Got up, wrote a bit opened the door and
looked at the rain.
Wrote a bit and drank some limejuice and
coconut milk – though that might have been the other way round.
Looked out the window at the rain again.
Made some tea.
Drank some coconut milk and lime whilst I was
waiting for the kettle to boil - though those ingredients might have been the
other way round.
Started wondering what it would be like if I
was a writer, if I lived in the tropics – Borneo or somewhere in a small wooden
hut on the edge of a tropical forest.
The house would have a terrace of course
and it would be warm enough to be working outside on a terrace protected from
the rain.
It would be the monsoon season.
The rain would be noisy, as noisy as the
keys of the typewriter as I typed much faster than I am on this computer
keyboard.
The words would fly onto the paper in front
of me faster than they tumbled out of my thoughts.
A monkey would run across the grass between
the hut and the forest, jump up onto the railing that runs along the edge of the
balcony.
A bird would swoop down from the trees and
the monkey would jump at him, both embarrassed as one would slip and sprawl
onto the wet grass, the other panic and fly awkwardly into the leaves of a
banana palm.
I would be wearing glasses, I would be
slightly unshaven, tanned and wearing a white shirt and casual but really cool
looking linen trousers, probably black.
Lights would suddenly appear through the
trees, signalling that a car was driving along the forest track.
The beams of light bouncing through the
rain as if they were diamonds tumbling from someone’s pocket.
It would be a jeep.
The driver, a woman, is clearly soaked and
seeing her I would stand up, walk across the terrace and down the three wooden
steps into the rain.
We would meet in the middle of the lawn and
embrace, caring nothing for the rain, which in any case is warm and tropical.
The monkey would run to the typewriter and
continue where I had left off.
Except there is no monkey.
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