As the sun rises, it peers through windows all around and notifies the world upon which it sheds light that it is the start of a new day. It was Sunday morning, and today was no different or out of the ordinary from any other day. I awoke to the illuminating light that emanated from the thick golden curtains. Today I was to meet a good friend of mine, but instead of my usual morning routine, I decided to shower. In the shower I bickered with myself about what to wear, seeing as I could never decide right away what to wear for the day. Shutting off the shower water, I grabbed a towel to dry off and another to wrap my hair in. I put on undergarments and brushed my teeth. I then proceeded to unravel my hair towel and dry my hair. Upon completing all these morning preparations, I decided to have some breakfast.
It wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a little either. I had some hot tea along side of some green apple slices, a banana, and a croissant. After eating and doing some light morning reading, I had finally decided upon what to wear. I had picked a light long sleeve shirt that was v-cut with flared sleeves. It was beige and somewhat of a light brown. To go with the shirt, I choose a semi-long pleated kilt that was a gradient of dark forest green at the top of the skirt and faded to a light olive green at the bottom. After wrapping my hair up in a clip, and putting my boots on, I gave a twirl in the mirror, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
It was especially bright today, so in order to protect my delicate eyes, I wore a long brim sun hat. It was one of my favorite hats because it was white with a pail green ribbon that wrapped around it at the base of the hat and hung off the side. Walking down the old-fashioned cobblestone street, I was headed toward the park. The wind breezed by gently, as it often does in the springtime; it was warm and refreshing. Finally upon reaching the entrance to the park, I took a seat on the nearest bench so as to catch my friend for I was a bit early as usual. Looking around carefully, I was waiting and thinking that perhaps my friend might be late. I had no sooner processed that thought when I felt someone grab me with a burst of energy and excitement, "Sidney! It's good to see you out and about."
"You're a bit late Marin," said I tapping at my watch.
"Come on! You can't be serious, I'm early for once!" Marin cried.
"Ah, but I was here first, you're not early if I beat you here," I said with a sarcastic smirk. That smirk was closely followed by a punch in the arm.
"Um...OW! You know, one of these days I'm just 'gonna snap and tackle you to the ground," I said giving Marin somewhat of an evil stare.
"Sure you are, and when that day comes, I'll remember to trip you whilst you charge at me. Well, we best be on our way, don't want to be late." With that said Marin grabbed my hand and started dragging me along in her direction.
We were soon at the train station and just in time, the last car was boarding. Being that we got there early in the morning, but it was the morning rush; Marin and I were fortunate to get a seat together. "So...it's been two years, hasn't it?" Marin asked softly to break the awkward silence of the morning train ride.
I turned from starring out the window, "Yeah, I guess it has..." I answered apathetically.
"Are you okay to make this trip, because we could always turn around when we get to the next station?"
"No, I'm okay, it's been two years and although it's not easy, it's also not fair that I haven't made this trip in two years."
"Alright, as long as you think you'll be okay."
"Yeah," I sighed and resumed to stare out of the window. The scenery this time of year always seemed to be the most vibrant and full of life. This lovely picture of the season didn't always used to be this complete. In my younger days, I had trouble seeing the liveliness of spring.
I was born in England to a poor couple, but a happy couple, that is, until I was actually born. The doctors that inspected me said that every thing looked healthy as far as anything life threatening was concerned, but I had a rare type of motion blindness. It was called Amittere Video Sententia; it meant that I was unable to see anything that moved. They said I would be able to see someone talking in a series of still pictures, but if they were to suddenly move, they would disappear from my sight. My parents asked if anything could be done to help my impaired vision, but there wasn't enough medical research on the disease in the country. Even if my family had managed to go overseas, the procedure would have been far too expensive for them to manage.
My parents' hearts sank as they thought of all the joys that this disease had deprived me of. They took me home and held me tight wondering how they might raise me. At least I required no medication or glasses, just a lot of attention they thought. Most of the time, all they could do was be patient with me. Although it was a hassle, my parents managed to raise me well up until I was able to comprehend words, which was about the age of three. Even though I could understand words at three, it was not an age I liked to remember. The year I was three was the year my father fell to his death.