• Lorna Ilena Bussue

Emeralda's Musings

Updated: Aug 21, 2019

Emeralda remembered pulling her legs against her abdomen and drawing the bed sheet closer as she tried to keep in the warmth and homeliness. She shifted occasionally to absorb the warmth radiating from the body of her sleeping sister while listening contentedly to the night's sounds. It was amazing that even with the uncoordinated sounds of the night she could still hear the silence distinctly. As a young school child, she could already identify the various night sounds in the darkness. She loved the melody created by the fireflies and cicadas by the successive rhythm of long and short cleeks. The monotonous croaking of the frogs, the cooing of the doves and the crowing of the rooster all added to the midnight musical. Emeralda remembered drifting in and out of sleep while listening to the nocturnal medley.

Lying in bed and listening to these slumberous sounds was one of Emeralda's childhood pastimes in the absence of social medias. It was an escape from the rigorous daily chores of carrying buckets of water from reservoirs which were miles from her home, feeding and watering the animals, helping with the harvesting of crops, such as cotton picking. Her family engaged primarily in agriculture for their domestic use and although she helped in all areas she enjoyed her nightly escape from life's routine.

Now four decades later Emeralda still enjoys the nocturnal sounds from the confines of her bed. She contemplates how little life really changes, after the dross is removed from the gold. Her mind wandered to Yvan and the feeling of warmth remained in her heart, despite the divergence in their paths. She knew that in the same way the nocturnal sounds have not changed so it is that her love for him has remained unchanged.

Emeralda realized that friendship is like smelter gold in the idyllic moments of our lives. It not only generates the warmth that can be found in our memories but also helps to shape our life choices and relationships.


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