Legends from our own lunchtimes

Saturday, June 01, 2013


Last night we were convinced we'd eaten enough to keep us in hibernation for an entire winter, but when my first eye opened this morning it was earlier than I'd hoped.  I do believe it had stirred no doubt due to to an unfamiliar sensation reaching its still unopened lid.

The barest glimmer of reflected sunlight was dancing on the curtain above our bunk.

It was faint at first, but it was definitely sunlight, I remember seeing pictures of it on the internet.

I sat up and looked outside, and was greeted by a sea of heads doing exactly the same thing.  Staring in disbelief.

Every boat in the harbour, and there were many which until now we had thought were unoccupied, had at least one, mostly several human forms visible, each slowly stirring as though the impact of their own party nights sometime last October were at last starting to wear off.

In the village the same thing was happening, the entire town had come to life.  People were simply standing outside in silent disbelief, as though  in awe of the enormous switch which had just been flicked to allow summer to finally show through the clouds.

It didn't last of course, but it seems that everyone, having glimpsed the possibility, has been filled with a new energy and optimism.

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