The daydreamer

It was slightly drafty after a little rain

i took my little set of tools for a little dig

an urban archaelogist, me, in no way

as i gently claw into the damp soil

i sprinkled some seeds onto the little void i've made

earlier have gotten them off a flee-market, showcased on the owner's wheelbarrow-such pretty poignant coloured-petals

i'm such a fool for colours!

high hopes i have on those seeds...

my mind wandered abit to yesteryear

he was someone i hardly knew

he was brilliant and charming

and we have the best conversations about nothing-ness

like Meg Ryan would say, all this 'nothings have meant so much to me than so many somethings'

isn't it weird

i can only dream of the day when i can express how he has stayed in my mind all these years

how i wished it hasn't been more than 10 years

i guess first love dies hard

but how i wish it would!
how i wished i could move on..

a neighbour was strolling along with her child in a mini tricycle

i looked up, severed from my train of thoughts

maybe it was the gentle cluttering from the contact between its wheels and the gravel path

the little girl gave me a generous smile

it instantly brought a glow in me

i beamed

i covered the depression where the seeds now reside

the high hopes i have previously i remembered instantly

decided to go for a walk

grabbed a basket to pick strawberries

hopefully Mr Grey is home

a beautiful spring day it was

as i continued to dream my little dream.