There’s a narcotic, suffocating silence, like being deaf inside a reverberating bell, that heralds the occulting eyelids which, on occasion, accompany my efforts to read in front of a roaring fire on a wet Sunday afternoon. My eyelids are exhausted: that’s the problem. My eyes would be quite happy to continue tracking back and forth across the rows of precise black marks on the white paper but my eyelids have had enough. They seem to have put on so much weight. As the lids slide downwards, closing out the light, so my brain theatre opens for a matinĂ©e. The play is as abstract and as full of wonder as ever but strangely forgettable. My eyelids slide open for a short interval while I’m still deeply engaged in the performance but the details stay behind the lids whilst the open eyes struggle to understand the blurred, but faintly familiar, hieroglyphics that have appeared before them: and that particular piece of theatre is lost forever. Perfect Sunday afternoon.
Sunday afternoon…matinee idle
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And I thought it was just me….!
It’s a very pleasant disease, isn’t it:)
I experienced this very thing twice today. Uh, are you watching me?
Again, such a wonder with words for the simple moments of life.
I have to go to sleep to think of them:)
Beautiful prose!
Many thanks,Cornelia:)
Haha. Eff yes my friend!
🙂
. . . and the lunch tasted good and there was that little extra wine in the bottle . . . .
…does it get any better? 🙂
Yes, sometimes there is something to be said for a rainy day 🙂
Rainy days need something good to be said about them:)
I love being curled up on a comfy sofa in a screened-in porch on a summer day, reading, while the rain tap, tap, taps on the roof. And then, when the rain stops, smelling the grass.
The freshly washed world smells wonderful:)
It must be a French thing. We had brunch with our French friend Nico and both wound up asleep when we got home.
La Sieste is a religion over here….from 2.00 to 4.00 in the afternoon nothing wakes our neighbours:)
So perfectly described – thank you 🙂
Thanks, Catherine:)
Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
🙂
Glad to hear that winter-in-May still rules on occasion in France too.
We’re still wishing away the year:)
In that perfect place between not quite asleep and not quite awake. Lovely.
I’ve just come from that place 🙂
Eyelids that have put on weight – what a brilliant image!
I just don’t give them enough exercise….eyes wide shut:)
I’ve started doing this after the evening meal. I’m quite okay with growing old – but the ageing nonsense is not amusing.
They say that “getting old is no fun”…strangely enough, I’m enjoying it immensely:)
I fall asleep reading all the time. It all depends on how “comfy” the chair is, in my experience.
That’s the secret, Nate, a good sleeping chair for reading:)