Thursday, 10 May 2012

Day 206: Yearning #6 - Sshhhhhhh

Like this, only smiling
I yearn to speak Russian and to read that tasty script, like code, without hesitation. I can't wait for that moment when my eye and my brain are so connected that I make the sounds the letters suggest in the echoey caverns of my mind. 


I yearn for silence. I'm in the bar area of the Ibis hotel in Nottingham, where two smartly-dressed women are talking very loudly to each other about things that to me are absolute banalities. They're quite close together. No need to speak that loud. But if I'm honest, they're not TOO loud. So I take it back. It's not silence I yearn for, it's headphones. And Russian rap.


Nothing like this
I'm not sure what the two male hotel people are saying, what stories they're weaving, but I love the stifled snorts and high-pitched squeaks that Ana, the female member of staff, keeps leaking out from behind her hand. And her face. It's mint. I like the Hungarian man, Gabor. He smiles bigly, all teeth. He is helpful with an undertone of grump. But the smile makes you think the grump must have been imagined. He has a little-boy face, in some ways. Wide-eyed like a rabbit. In a good way.


Or this, but this is so cool
I yearn for a loose, relaxed back. I'm doing yoga and stretches every day now, and it's at the stage where it seems to be hurting more than when I don't. I yearn, still, for the community of the yoga lot. I heard from a friend that I was mentioned there and the ache set in again. I loved being fully committed to being there once a week. I loved the yoga. I loved the wrapping up in all of that. Ah well. So it is. So it is.


The Ibis hotel chain uses the same font as Monopoly. It's a fairly pleasing font made much, much better by familiarity. My heart warms to it simply because I know it. I feel like I'm about to land on something and get a bonus, or be thrown in Jail (ha - old habits die hard - when writing the rules of a Monopoly game, Jail always takes a capital letter). 


My arse hurts. I yearn for that to stop. I'm sure it will. 



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