Margaret Alice (The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Beautiful new day, soft morning, fluffy
golden sun, pastel blue sky all washed-
out, what will you bring to me, a happy
memory, a new song, a brilliant vision,
a sweet dream? What surprise has this
day in store for me; if it brings me nothing,
what can I give to it? Watching school
rugby wearing my sunscreen, will that be
the high point of my day? Is there some
way to escape the dreariness of the
march through the uniform bleakness
of the boring questionnaires we have to
translate? What scene can be set, what
characters to populate it, what events be
made to unfold on the stage of my mind?