Two separate adaptations from two different sources . First is a song by Paolo Nutini , from his album "Sunny side up". The song is called "Coming up easy" .Second one being a lovely , subtle yet edgy book by Jeanne Twaites, It's a sunny day on the moon . These two have first stayed in my mind , as an after taste a short story leaves and a haunting tune . Then they have stayed in my drawer as a Skelton script for a post on a neatly folded piece of paper.
Sunday morning, got the hazy, hazy janes
I turn to you and inhale you where you lay
Take a wander and wait for the long long day
We watch the sun coming up easy
While rain came tumbling down
And it washed the our bodies clean
That we would seem to rise off of the cold ground
It's a shame the way it seems to go
"You are dying"
The doctor tells me .
"are you sure? Because I don't feel any pain" that is all I can manage
"That is good" He tells me. He is smiling .
"Enough about that , let's talk about something else" he tells me
And I can almost feel the elephant moving in about the room .
"you know at times like this , it is better to tie up one's affairs, that's what my aunt did"
"you know , my aunt is dying" he breaks the silence.
His aunt. ?