The house is quiet at this time in the night, especially when Christopher is away sleeping somewhere else.
This morning I woke up and watched Emma, a movie based on the Jane Austen classic. I am always fond of anything anachronistic (as should be increasingly evident as time goes on) and I simply adored the 2005 adaption of Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightly as Elizabeth and Matthew Macfeydon as Darcy. Emma was equally delightful, but unlike Pride and Prejudice, I have never read the book. The story seemed pleasant and well-paced, with an interesting love story. I shall have to read the book soon, even if it means disliking the movie afterwards. If one thing is for certain it is that the scenes will always be beautiful. Gwen Paltrow plays a believable character, and the landscapes are lovely. There is a library rather close to the markets… Perhaps I will take a walk over there one day, if I can figure out the simple directions.
My heels are full of blisters from a long walk to the grocery store. I convinced my parents that walking to the supermarket would be most beneficial opposed to driving a car. I had a very romantic image in mind: Me walking down a rocky path, under golden trees, embraced by gentle gusts of wind… Dress fluttering against my bare legs. I suppose it can be said that it started off that way. I wore a deep brown knee-length dress with dark wegded shoes. I pinned back my hair in a victorian style and curled two tendrils on each side of my face. It was strange to see myself in the mirror. My face looks so much fresher without so much black makeup and dark lipstick and a large set of hair to hide behind.
It was hard to stay romantic as the walk wore on. I was no longer walking along carefully crafted paths, but beside a street of noisy vehicles and curious glances. The walk is rather far for a girl like me, that rarely leaves her humble and equally chaotic home. I contented myself with the thought that I was helping the planet, and giving myself a better figure at the same time. The walk back was terribly painful, but I endured, and felt wonderful when I returned home with the produce: A bag of milk and a loaf of bread.
According to my fitness book from gym class, there are six areas of wellness: Environmental wellness, intellectual wellness, emotional wellness, social wellness, spiritual wellness and physical wellness. I would like to try my best to sastisfy each area everyday. I can only imagine how rewarding it would be.
In Victorian times, women and men contented themselves with simple things, but lovely things. I strive for that beauty in my life. The thought always conjures up the beautious image of a sunset. So much like a painting, especially in Autumn. That is why this blog is called “Waiting For Sunset.” Shouldn’t we all be longing for that sunset?
