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.