I waken each morning to the sounds of the city below: cars moving along the streets, the occasional human cry or bark of a dog, at times the cooing of pigeons on balconies. I lie in bed awhile and think of those who have spent moments with me in my life. Some I will see again while others I will not.
Often when I think of the past, I can’t quite believe those moments happened – especially as my life now is so different to what it was before. I think of the streets I used to walk to work in Johannesburg, the halls I danced in for competitions, the groups of students I taught in a converted factory space. I think of sitting on the steps of the Great Hall at the university I attended, and of the malls I used to shop at with my mom. These are moments I think of when I am alone: while walking to the supermarket or sitting on the sofa crocheting.
I often wake to the present and reflect on how much I have experienced in my life. The moments may not be newsworthy but they have helped to create the person that I am now.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: wake)