So is halloween a day like everyday? or is it some commercialised holiday for small children to beg on the streets, well…we are in a recession afterall. But for me, a mere mortal, a meer poor student, its a time to what i would only call as a ‘Paaaaaaartay’ (i know its really bad spelling).
So my saturday began, and unlike every other saturday, i had to get up early. I crawled out of my small bed, of which my feet hang out of nightly, and slumped my way to the bathroom, carefully, as all my other housemates were asleep. Dreading the time of the morning brushing my teeth (as i have recently been diagnosed with gingivits), i have to use medicated toothpaste and mouthwash, that tastes like bad liquor, and a toothbrush that makes my gums tickle. Yet, after all that drama, i decided to throwmy clothes on and meet my society outside the union, as today was our trip to Avebury, and i have been itching to go all week.
The car was loaded, and Michelle, Kiwi, Paul, Joey and myself were ready for the hour and a half journey to Wiltshire, whilst at this point i did not realise how long it would be. The journey was full of fun, games, and the thought of the guy of my dreams in the car behind me, but thats a different story. We arrived to a muddy puddly field with a shetland poney in it, called Arther (apparently). I was abit wary of this day, as i did not know anyone, and my mother always told me to be this way, so technically its not my fault. walking down the muddy pathway, i could not help glance my eyes to my dream guy (the boy), the guy you can never have but dream about every night. He walked with such grace, my heart jumped a thousand times, and he was hanging with me all day!!
We made our way to a huge field, green as far as the eye could see, with huge stones inhabiting it, sprouting from the ground in all directions. I stood, looked, and felt amazingly calm, so calm i felt like i was floating in a pool of clear water. The boy leant against the stones, his eyes closed, meditating, and because i am so stupid, i went over and leant against the wall with him, i asked ‘whats Paul doing?’, ‘finding energy’,'why’,'because this area is full of old power’,'oh’. Yeah…stupid. He then went over to play with a cat, and i, the forever black sheep of the group, walked deeper into the field and stood there, eyes closed, totally at peace with nature. The next time i felt at peace was when i was standing on top of the tall hill after the handfasting, the wind blowing at my face, my hair waving back, and the boy looking at me from far below….does he like me? or am i just imagining, i would be so lucky.
It hit midday, and because we were all students, we where hungry, so we headed to the old pub by the field. This pub was so old, so dark, it grabbed my attention. I sat with Kiwi, and watched her as she drank bottle after bottle of J2O, the first time she hasn’t been drunk in my presence. The food arrived, we ate, then everyone headed their seperate ways round the village. Michelle, Kiwi, Paul, myself and the boy went to he small shop, that was full of gems and all kinds of wonderful enchantments. I bought tigers eye, as that is the gem i am most attracted to, and the one that is most like me. Most of the time in the shop, i was bedazzled by the little trinkets that i would wish to take home with me but the price would not possibly allow it. I watched the boy prowl around the shop, look at everything carefully and putting it down. We subconsciuosly went to the same shelf, he picked up the little book of patience, i picked up the little book of love, we looked at eachother, then i got nervous, so i put my book down and walked away, and i could feel his gaze burning my back.
Now, walking out with my new tigers eye attached to a silver chain, so delicate it was like cob webs. The boy said ‘oo pretty’ and carressed my necklace, with the tigers eye glistening under the cloud sky.
But as everyday has to come to an end, so did this one. We made our way to the pub to meet people who have decided to become eternally absent, and made our way to the car. Yet on the way home i could not help but think of the boy.
