All Girl Choir
Tilly and her all-girl choir (as I call them) were up at the crack of dawn this morning, twittering to their heart’s content and blissfully unaware that the more languid human bi-ped (now unwillingly alerted to their presence) was about to throw the book at them! Noisy neighbours!
Nice noise, I finally concede after an early morning lemon & ginger tea. It takes me a moment to realise it but I’m smiling. What’s not to smile about? Birds singing, most natural thing in the world.
I like early, honestly I do, but the giggling choir fraternity seemed totally unaware that it was still dark and only 4am EST! I later realised that the girl thing of staying up all night and into the early hours of the morning has no generational boundary. Afterall, it’s in the wee small hours that you talk about who loves who and relate your most secret of all secrets.
I think most girls tend to save their most long-held secrets for the moments just before dawn, perhaps because we think it’s safer that way. Safe, because by then, everyone else is now silent from the sheer tiredness of all that talking and only too willing now to fall head-long into the sleep of the most tired. It’s then that telling your most deeply-held secrets seem least in danger of being remembered and told out loud on another less friendly day. There’s a certain wisdom in that.
I asked Tilly how they get so happy so early in the morning and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s a state of heart,” she says nonchantly. We’re just so excited to see each other and it’s the most natural thing in the world for us to want to tell each other the overnight news. As you can hear, we get a little boisterous and end up talking over the top of each other. “Sorry about that,” she says.”
She looks so crestfallen and I feel a huge pang of regret of having brought it up. I look at Tilly and I think what a lovely thing it is to always have friends so excited to see each other and who so obviously enjoy each others company. There’s alot to be said for who can teach what to the other.
I wave goodbye to Tilly and tell her I expect to hear her and the girls
