…A myth. And don’t we love a myth. Even this had to be so haunting about effortless when effortless was born into the world, right at the time when the world was born into the out of the world. All at once, no scripting, no waiting, no postponing. No rushing either. Cool. Yeah, cool. Stars alignment that feels so sexy it outpours out of you and off into the air the molecules start to travel. Destination unknown. Unknown, unknown, until one day when, boom, you know.
And just when you think that you do, at least for a day or two, you pause for a second and sigh, look at the sky. You’re in the middle of nature. No matter where you are on this planet, the amount of water you are surrounded by is the fairytale you are privileged to live in, is the greatness you are spoiled to get inspired by all the time, is maybe one of the best jokes ever. Isn’t it funny how the percentage of water rushing through you, as we speak, is kinda similar to that rushing on the planet? Around 70%. The sun is out, it just wants you to play, sing, dance, you don’t know what, it’s that something again, you barely can see anything on the screen, luckily your fingers know their way. The music in your ears is too loud for you to just be still. And you’re in the middle of nature, still is what they say is best for you to be whilst in the middle of nature, but no, you, with you it’s different. Your hands become these invisible long-long branches that stretch all over the place. And so do your legs. Hugging tight in your imagination. With your entire body. While being still. You can do that.
It started with the white denim shorts, the low rise roll up hem kind, that whisper words of summer whenever the mind’s eye looks at them. That scream, who am I kidding here. I was sure about the suede ivory ballerina sort of sneakers and the socks, in the same shade, to complete the vibe. A red and white stripe ballerina scoop top sounded correct, at some point in the beginning stages of the mix – I was about to wear in a couple of days – coming together in the stratosphere. The hair hadn’t, yet, decided on the mood, but the idea of the hair down enthused me whenever hair came to mind. I’ll see on the day, I must’ve thought, I always kinda do, when I know I have this thing to go to. I can’t help it, pieces of clothing, hair down, hair tie, no hair tie, maybe some accessories, maybe not, shoes, colours, songs fly around in the inbetweens and I like it – kudos to the molecules that are connecting dots constantly, while also keeping us alive, basically, for real for real.
But when the day came, the bright pink and just as bright sort of corduroy shirt came to mind, in the early morning, and that was it! Yes, ka-ching, all that jazz, everything and a little extra – mm long sleeves. Summer nights that turn into long and cold, at times, know me and, now, I know them, too. I put it on close to the time of getting out the door, in the evening. Definitely. The white shorts were on first. The socks and sneakers followed. Last minute tiding up the house, stopping for a glass of water, catching glimpses of the hair in a mirror here and a mirror there got me figuring out that the white shorts were not the shorts for the night. Instantly, the shorts I grabbed from the cabin in the mountains, just days before, popped up. Hm, I thought. Fractions of seconds. Molecules. H₂O.
They’d been there for a pretty long time, I believe they’d belonged to my brother before he dropped them there, together with a bunch of other clothes, just before moving to the U.K., more than a dozen years ago, so yes, a pretty long time. Anyhoo, mom started to wear them around, a while ago, and they started to catch my eye. Then, I started to wear them around, too. And enjoy. They are this warm, but not too warm hue of brown. It’s soft, but not too soft. Teaming up with the pretty straightforward cut – sometimes, it’s the straightforwardness that’s harder to achieve, it seems, wink – makes the squishy corduroy planet that they’re playing on light up and, boom, two perfectly aligned black buttons say something. I was wearing them on the day we were leaving the cabin, didn’t want to get out of them and into the previously mentioned white shorts, so I didn’t, asked mom about them, why not, she said, and this is how the café au lait shorts ended up in the city and the white shorts in the backpack. The sort of coffee you have on a romantic stroll, they even went through the washing machine at home, there you go, and they, also, hung out in my sight for a day or two, in the bedroom, by the nightstand, right back at you.
Got out of the white denims and into the brown corduroys. Ooh, I thought, as soon as the shirt and the shorts met. Immediately, the fish joke came to mind. There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”. Her cut is pretty straightforward, too, but the hue of it, goodness, it has The Neptunes beat to it, it’s dazzling. Corduroy plus corduroy, even if so different, somehow did the trick, at once. And so did the colors. All three of them, because the shoes never left my body. I let my hair down, but it always tucked itself inside the shirt. Felt cozier or something. Close to the sun kissed skin.
Of course I had to come back home for something to wear on top. As soon as I opened and closed the front door, I knew the ivory sweater was it. Its loose cut embraced us all perfectly and the sweetness of this particular hue felt like a brush streak of fresh energy a supernatural wand had painted over me, no big deal.
A myth is a traditional story, often with supernatural elements, that explains natural phenomena. While myths and legends are both traditional stories, myths are generally more focused on explaining origins and fundamental truths, while legends may focus on historical or heroic figures. Examples of myths include the Greek myths of Zeus and the Olympian gods, or the creation myths of various cultures. These stories, while fictional, often contain profound insights into human nature and the world around us. Aw, all we have to do here on earth is become the legends, no big deal.
When the time comes and a new world is born into the out of the world, it all happens at once, and things just seem to magically fall into place. Everything you’ve been paying attention to is deeply ingrained within you, so, effortlessly, things have a unique way of popping up in your reality, whatever that is.
Now, let’s be still.
