My long walks in solitude are done at golden hour. After 6pm seems to be the usual time. I used to think that was a coincidence. But maybe it’s more of an unconscious routine.
The sun’s still bright but the heat doesn’t glare. Enough to break a sweat, yet not overbearing. Winds aren’t often present, but the occasional small gust is enough to provide comfort.
Would be great if they were here to feel it, too.
The views are magnificent, during the final few minutes before dusk.
The golden sky turns the usual grass into a barley field. If you squinted a little, it’s as though you’re suddenly a carefree amish lady.
The birds in the distance look like Hollywood CGI. But they’re as real as they get. Some captivating views of the sky, looking as if a certain painter with an iconic afro was painting it from heaven.
Of course, don’t get too distracted. Otherwise, you won’t be wary of your surroundings. But if you did, I’d totally understand.
Would be great if it brought them joy, too.
Even on weekends, I find myself going on such walks. Maybe I’ve grown too comfortable with the bright colours around me.
Or maybe I’m not comfortable enough without them.
Checking the upcoming game of my favourite football club. “Old Gold” is their primary colour, according to them of course. Not entirely convinced by that. Always seemed either just orange or yellow to me.
A little thrill comes about as I read the game-related news. New players, new tactics. Small joys to ignite the feeling of hope.
Hours pass and the bright sky turns to night. The light has dimmed too rapidly. A little too dark for my liking, honestly.
But it’s fine. After all, there’s still a football match to look forward to.
Clad in their so-called “Old Gold” jerseys, the next 90 minutes will be filled with loud cheers, chants and a powerful atmosphere, alongside the TV crowd.
Bright gold once again, helping to drown out the silence.
Hmmm, what’s this sorrowful song playing before the game? I don’t think that’s gonna get the crowd excited, especially in the state they’re in now. Maybe it’s foreshadowing?
But…. for some weird reason, I kinda like it, actually. I don’t know why, but it would be great if they understood.
Joy turns to inevitable disappointment as they finish with a loss. Time and time again.
Just not good enough. Not enough talent. Not enough money. Nothing of note. Too insignificant. Why would anyone want to support this one?
Sigh… No matter. Just a game at the end of the day.
The TV is shut down. The loud cheering dies out.
Silence. Emptiness. Ah… it’s dark again.
I take a look out the window. Among the sea of black there are stars. They all seem so tiny. Reminds me of how small we are. How big the world is.
Surely out there, are other supporters feeling down. Surely there are people who see the beauty of the late day fields. Surely there are people who might appreciate these unconventional thoughts and views.
Right?
Perhaps I just need more walks in the fields of gold. Perhaps the 11 in gold just needs to perform better. There’ll be relief there, but merely fleeting.
Perhaps more is required.
Do I deserve them, however? With everything said about the club, about myself…
But then again, even Wolves win every once in awhile.
So many flaws, so many shortcomings. It would be really great if they still gave it a chance.
31.08.2025
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