The Midday Sun

Sometimes it takes just one image, one person, one moment to awaken the sleeper within.

In response to Indigo Spiders Sunday Picture Press: Travelations

Leaden feet plod on in the midday sun,
harvest mites finding sweat irresistible
as they take temporary succour on wet skin.
Aching legs march on through the heat,
after days of walking over hill and dell
carrying my mind, the unquestioning passenger.

Finally, the drudging comes to a halt.
I lift up my head after looking down for days
to see the beauty around me, awe inspiring.
My mind comes alive after sleeping for so long,
my eyes drinking in the wonder before me
as I awaken anew to witness the midday sun.

© 2011 Trevor Litchfield.

Dedicated to Indigo Spider, who has re-awoken the inner me.


In response to yesterday

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For whatever reason, the recording I posted yesterday has spurred me on to actually write something. I am not for one second going to say that it is the sort of writing that I want to be writing but here it is none the less.

Perhaps for now this will be complementary to my recordings, I’m not entirely sure but I will have to see where it all takes me. At least I am on some sort of journey once again, I feel as if I have taken one step away from the direction my life was following, which is a good thing….right?

For now there is one thing I will say about the first recording, I received more support from people I have never met than I ever expected. In just one day I feel as if I have been in contact with more people that feel the same way I do than in the previous six years, the amount of time I have been ‘officially’ classed as someone that suffers from depression. Though a bit like the asthma I suffer from, it appears to have been with me most of my life when I look back on the things and discuss these things with the professionals.

You may well be asking what the point I’m trying to make is? In truth there isn’t one other than trying to get myself out of this dark hole I find myself in and maybe, just maybe help someone else along the way.

Movie Review: The Butterfly Effect

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The Butterfly Effect
Chronicles of Riddick

I sat in front of my TV a lot this weekend, apart from the three films mentioned above I also watched Aeon Flux which was on one of the terrestrial TV stations. I own this on DVD but I really like this film as it stars Charlize Theron, eye candy or what! 🙂 Total Recall also on terrestrial TV, another film I own on DVD but I simply enjoy the escapism this film offers, Philip K Dick’s short is a much better story though. Finally, Black Hawk Down appeared and for me this is a must watch film of the true and dramatic events during a UN peace keeping action in Somalia by US forces. Not the best day in US Forces history!

So, films I watched via my marvellous on demand subscription:

The Butterfly Effect:
A boy has blackouts every time a momentous event occurs. Most of these are rather dramatic, life changing events. His doctor offers a way for him trying to focus on why he gets these blackouts by saying he should keep a diary.
Skip a few years: more blackouts but he also starts to reread his old diaries.
Skip a few more years: He is now in college and finds that by studying his diaries he can go back in time and change the course of history when these blackouts occurred!

Sound lame? Well to start with it is and to be honest I nearly turned it off but as the story deepens, so does the suspense and I became more and more engrossed in it, almost desperate to know what finally happens, which is quite unexpected after everything that has gone before. This was a slow starter of a film and I would think many would turn it off early, they missed a good film in the end as all the strands start to make sense, pulling the characters together and finally blowing them apart! Slow to start this was the best watch of the weekend!

Please be aware that this film is rated ‘R’ or ’18’, it does cover themes that may upset some but I found these scenes were filmed sympathetically and were pertinent to the story.

Angelina Jolie at her pouting best along with Morgan Freeman and Terence Stamp in supporting roles.
A frustrated office worker learns that he is the son of a professional assassin, and that he shares his father’s superhuman killing abilities.

Typical action stuff from Angelina, the story itself is reasonably interesting and it has a few twists and turns that all add up to make it an enjoyable watch if only to see James McEvoy take several beatings! The premise was a bit silly at times and for me some of the action was just too stupid but I enjoyed it non the less. A good midweek watch if nothing else is on TV and what male would miss the chance to have Angelina pouting out of the screen at him 🙂

Chronicles of Riddick:
I have still to see Pitch Black but this is a favourite of mine and when I saw it was on demand this week, I knew I’d be watching it at some point.

Vin Diesel is the usual toughie in this Sci-Fi all action escape from reality romp.
A world is being taken over by an evil war possessed race and Mr Diesel comes to the rescue after racing through the stars showing off his physique to all and sundry. I’ve no idea why but I love this sort of film, I guess you either love or hate Mr Diesel but on face value this is a well made Sci-Fi film with all the right ingredients for most Sci-Fi fans.

The Café

In response to Indigo Spiders The Last Sunday Picture Press

Visual Prompt 2 -- Frittes by Danny Dutch

Visual Prompt 2 -- Frittes by Danny Dutch

“Just look at all that metal” thought the old man as he sat waiting for his meal. He sat and thought most of the time now that his beloved wife had departed this world two years ago this week. He came to the same café, sat at the same table, ordered the same meal, the same coffee, everything was the same as yesterday and the day before. Nothing changed apart from the thoughts in his head, though just lately even they had been on only two or three topics,

He could remember a time when traffic on this road was a rare event, maybe once or twice a week a car would travel up the street. Horse and cart being the main transport back then. Now it was clogged with cars, buses and lorries from early morning to late evening.

He had come in this café the day of the funeral. He had been on his own at the funeral apart from a couple of nurses who had attended his wife in the final weeks. When it was all over he had walked into this café and ordered a meal, this was her wake and he attended it on his own. They had had friends in their early days but as those friends had kids and growing families, he and his wife had slowly been ostracised for not having the normal family, in the end it had been just the two of them. They walked together, they talked about everything under the sun, they read the same books and lived in total harmony, without the need for outside entertainment or friends to live their lives.

Ever since they had been married they had come to this café every Sunday to have a cooked breakfast. He loved being able to treat her to this one day off from looking after the house and the gardens she was so proud of. After breakfast they would walk the mile or so to the river, sometimes walking alongside the river, sometimes getting on the river boat that went down stream on a day trip. Sundays were special to both of them, a time to get away from the work that had to be done. Time to talk about everything other than housework, the plants or his work as a solicitor.

So now he sat here at this table every day, waiting for his meal and coffee. Other regulars to the café would nod or smile at him. Staff would ask him how he was and go through the motions of giving him the menu yet they all knew what he wanted. In return he would politely look at the menu without reading it then place his order.

It was the same meal he had had on the day of the funeral, roast beef with all the trimmings and black coffee. He cannot even remember why he had ordered it on that day. He didn’t really enjoy beef or black coffee but he had become accustomed to it these last two years and felt that it would be wrong to change his order now. Some days he actually did look at the menu, there were several fish dishes that he really liked the look of but he always ordered the beef. One day perhaps he would change his order and surprise them all, but not today.

He looked out of the window once again, watching all humanity pass by. This area had once been a small town on the outskirts of the city, now it felt like it was the heart of the city. High office blocks blotted out the sun, vehicles of all sorts filled the air with their fumes and people rushed everywhere never taking a moment to look at the monstrosity the small town had become a part of. He could not even walk the river banks anymore! Smart flats and offices had been built on the open fields that were once the playground of youth. The land now being classed as private property where once footpaths had led for miles alongside the river. The riverboat had gone never to be replaced so now he never went down to the river, it had become just another trading artery within the big city. There was little pleasure left by the river now.

He ate his meal, not really enjoying it, tipping the waitress his usual ten percent and left the café. Even though a café had stood on this piece of ground all his life it had changed beyond recognition from the first Sunday he and his wife had entered for Sunday breakfast. Then it was just a small, single story building housing the café and not much else. Now it was a tall office block with shops either side of the café which itself was a new building and not the small beautiful little café he once knew. It was still owned and run by the same family though, nowadays it was the grandchildren that ran it but he felt he knew them all and was happy to bring his custom to them after all this time.

Standing on the footpath, he looked down the street towards where the river had once run freely, sighed and then turned to walk the other way, back home to tend the beautiful gardens his wife had worked so hard on all her life.

©2011 Trevor Litchfield

Boy on step

In response to Indigo Spiders Sunday Picture Press VI

In loving memory of my mum 08/09/35 – 12/06/2008

Visual Prompt 2

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Dad said we would go today,
we would visit mum today.
Dad promised we would go yesterday too.
We didn’t go!
Dad sits crying but he wont tell me why.
He has sat crying for three days.
Everyday he says we’ll go and see mum.

Friends come round, sitting with dad,
they all give him a hug
and I get one too.
They all leave with tears in their eyes
looking at me,
ladies giving me big sloppy kisses.
I just want my mum!

Dad says we might not see mum anymore!
Where is she?
She was in hospital the other day,
she laughed and joked with me
but she was crying.
I asked her why she was crying
and dad brought me home.

Three days since I saw my mum.
She cooks better than dad.
He doesn’t bake cakes or anything!
I’m just going to sit on this step
until mum comes home!
I love my dad but,
I want my mum.

©2011 Trevor Litchfield

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