That time of year that comes around so quickly,
A whole year passing in a blur making
people ponder where the time went.
That time of year with
the news; littered with excitement,
the biggest event of the year.
To some.
Excitement.
To others.
Dread.
That time of year when
I wake up to find the streets have changed,
the local pub renamed; rebranded,
makeshift extensions hog the once beautiful gardens,
people spilling onto the street,
drinks in hand,
swaying in the breeze.
I don't know where I am anymore.
Unfamiliar territory.
That time of year when I'm stuck.
A river of metal; neverending.
Slowly I wait.
Sweat on my brow.
Cursing under my breath.
Why me?
That time of year when I see
rainbows of people walking the streets,
smiles and laughter; a flirtatious gaze
inviting them in,
luring them like prey.
That time of year when I see
tweed jackets; pockets overflowing with Euros with
one aim in mind.
To win.
That time of year when I see
toys soldiers club together,
walking the grey threshold,
shiny, silk shirts,
colours of the rainbow breaking up the mundane drizzle that
we are all so used to.
That time of year when I imagine
four legged majestical creatures showing their skill,
waiting for the eruption of applause.
The laughs, the cheers, the glory.
It's that time of year again...
