It is a cold, wet Saturday afternoon and I am sat at home in my living room, watching the park life from my window.
The floodlights are illuminating the sports area and three boys, or maybe they are men, I can’t tell from this distance, are kicking footballs in the courts.
One is playing alone , challenging himself to kick the ball higher or land a shot in the centre of the goal area. The other two are taking turns at being ‘goalie’ and attempting to score.
Nearby two ladies with a pram are walking through the park and several dogs and their owners are congregating for their daily meet-up.
Now I can hear the sound of a police siren in the distance but this is common where I live, so I am not disturbed. With the siren gone, in the distance and carried over the air I can hear chanting from the football stadium which is several miles away. I wonder if we are winning? I think we are playing against Southampton today.
Back in the park, the guy who has been playing by himself is sat down, leaning against the fence. Now he is getting up now and leaving.
The challenge: to post ten anthems, songs that I love and played a major part in my life. This next song I’ve picked because more than anything, it reminds me of the time I spent living with my two university flatmates, Kate & Kate.
Daily Prompt: You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?
I got a familiar feeling when I walked inside your door,
It looked just like the home I’d been in only five minutes before. Read More
It was a hot summer evening: the build up of electrical energy in the skies over the preceding few days meant that tonight, whilst it was boiling hot, there was torrential rain and thunder and lightning. It was pitch black outside.
The heat was too much for me. One of the benefits of living alone was that I could spend the evening dressed in no more than my underwear and no one would know! Read More
I’m writing because I want to practice it. Writing a blog that probably no one will read is a good way to practice the idea of putting myself out there but without the pressure. If I stick to it, it will hopefully re-ignite that part of my brain that has too long been dormant.
A dream of mine would be to write is a book or a play or a movie script but until I can string together a few paragraphs that I am happy with, I won’t be able to achieve that. It doesn’t even have to be a good book!
I think a little bit of creativity everyday will be good for the soul.