a bench on the outskirts of the park near my home. As I sat gazing into
the distance and enjoying the rest, I was struck by the formation of the
clouds on the horizon, which seemed to me like some vast Olympian city
of the gods hovering in the sky. In my imagination I could see tall, robed
figures, their noble brows adorned with laurel wreaths, strolling leisurely
amongst immense, marbled columns, untroubled by the cares and
woes that so often beset we mere mortals.
ESIS, while 'SUPERTOWN ' floated overhead. Were they, in some
benign and bemused way, studying we finite beings who live our lives in
the blink of an eye compared to the eons-long span which gods are heir
to? Did they observe me looking longingly at their heavenly haven? Did
kindness touch their hearts for one brief moment and cause them to call
to me, inviting me to stride the streets of their celestial city, there to
spend my days in idyllic pursuits, free from the ravages of time?
Returned to reality, I bent and retrieved the shopping bags which lay
at my feet. With one last lingering look at the city in the sky, I turned
and slowly made my way up the hill to where, at journey's end, a far
more humble home awaited me than the one which had so
recently seemed to beckon.