Free Writing

I woke up to a cool arctic breeze that I was unaccustomed to. It was the middle of summer, and it was supposed to be in excess of 35 degrees celcius today but this chilling breeze was unexpected. The sound of bellowing music echoed my ears. I could barely hear myself think. I looked over my right shoulder to check the wonderfully crafted grandfather clock made of solid oak cut down only recently. As I lay there, staring at nothing, I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep again. I thought of doing something productive, which is why I went into the attic. To my surprise my grandfather was there. I asked him “What are you doing up this early?” He replied with “The same could be said for you”. In acceptance, I shuffled effortlessly in total silence in order to not wake anyone else up. I also had to make sure I didn’t step on the floorboard 3 ahead of me or the one just opposite the bean bag as it would cause a creek that would wake up not just the entire house but the entire neighbourhood.

As I slumped myself into the bean bag, still dazed, I noticed something peculiar. It sensed in a hearbeat that I was taken aback by it and just sat there perched on the tree. Looking at it, it felt as if it was staring deep into my soul. It never fixated on anything else and no matter how many times I looked away, when I turned my head it was still looking dead straight at me.Turning my attention away from it I stared at the inside of my eye lids and fell asleep. Waking up this time wasn’t the problem but in fact it was trying to get up. Since it felt like it would be impossible, I dragged me and the bean bag to the telescope and decised to have a look through it. It was still dark and the beautiful sights of the stars will continue to amaze me every single time I look through that telescope. The moon, complete today, lithe up the sea. It was possible that if you took a picture it was easily possible people would accuse you of having it photo shopped it.

My granddad always enjoyed astronomy. Even though he took a completely different career path, he would enjoy coming up into the attic, taking his mind of everything else that had gone on, and be completely free in his own universe.