The Dinner Table
Early evening was quickly approaching the blue skies overhead slowly giving way to a brilliant color palate of golden yellows and deep reds. Unfortunately, as residents of the Jade Palace, the Five never had time to enjoy the majestic scenery, especially now, under Shifus direct instruction to better themselves following the rampage, should a new threat arise.
But however bleak it seemed, and if there was one thing that the Five could look forward to after a particularly brutal day of training, it would have to be dinnertime especially now, since Pothe Dragon Warriorhad been in their presence for a little over two weeks now, they had all become that much more enthusiastic about it.
Even from the pandas harshest critic.
Following his training under Shifu, Po had spent a good part of the late afternoon hours in the kitchen, preparing dinner for his comrades in celebration; it had now been officially one entire week since P
hands just-so, and with the tips of her napkin, raised her glasses to touch the soft
inner place of her eyes. They brought out her Kaeng Phet Pet Yang and her son
walked away. They brought out her Kaeng Phet Pet Yang and she hardly touched
it; a soft and aching place was growing and growing thinner. The father mumbled
something about bad choices, sipping a glass without indiscretion, as his wife put
a palm to the child of her face and breathed deeply. Inhale, exhale and bad choices.
A song plays over and over Where is my mind where is my mind
a soft ~'oooooooooooo'~ing starts it off a high school hall way flashes before him moving
As he eats he continues to wonder with the ~'oooooooooo'~ ing and guitar playing.
Where is my mind.
Words echo from the song ~'With my feet in the air and my head on the ground'~
it starts out soft, gently the guitar begins to play,
where is my mind?
Words bring back memories and the background picture of a school yard, both at the start of the year and end.
The look of the fall colours and summers day make a beautiful backdrop for this young boy.
Where is my mind. Where is my mind, Where is my mind, Where is my mind
and like that the song ends and he’s brought back to his dinner table the thought of a girl in his head
Its a grey picture of a girl long hair looking over her shoulder
Where is my mind, Where is my mind.
However, this was still not good enough. Dad aspired to greater things, and those greater things included 10 acres of farmland to build a custom designed house on and do all kinds of country-bumpkin things with.
I so totally and completely did NOT want to move. I was 15, and as far as sullen, sulking, angsty, self-absorbed teenagers go, I was right up there with the best of them. I was happy where we were. I had my own computer in my room with a lock on the door, and moving meant packing all that away. Crystal wanted to move be
“Sweetie,” a fragile voice interrupted the silence. Donavan’s mother placed a hand over his. “Are you alright, sweetie? You look a little pale. Are you sick?”
“I’m fine, mom,” Donavan assured with a smile.
A grunt escaped the father’s lips followed by a few “um’s” as he searched for the right question. “Ahh…..how was school?”