A Digital Era

Chapter 14

7 years later Mark opens his eyes, rolls over and stares out the window for a minute before deciding to climb out of bed to get his day started. The birds begin to sing their morning songs long before he had climbed from his nest to begin his morning. Leading the way for him, he gets up and proceeds with the morning, increasing his bounty, reaching farther than ever before, and like many others during the era and sector, achieve security after long years of working so diligently for it. He gets up and like many others, puts on his coffee and prepares for the day. He gets his cup, goes outside, takes a seat on the porch, and begins the waking process of the day. He thinks for a while as he sits there, patiently waiting for his morning to begin as he peeks his eyes wider and wider as the sun rises higher and higher. Today he wants to go shopping around uptown. He needs to add some art and a few additions to his home. The landscape is still under construction from last year, and the leaves have been piling up in the yard. Another glorious day to be thankful for and another perfect sunrise to greet him outback. He has a new neighbor that will wave to him every now and again whenever they encounter each other outdoors. Right across the property line, new construction begins to unfold as he sips on his coffee and connects with his developing environment. The cup is warm to his hands and the sweetener is delicious to his lips. The people across the yard are very polite and seem to enjoy the times they share together. He has a lot of stuff to do today, and with no time to waste. The cup is still warm to his hands as he climbs in the automobile. Sweet! ahh so sweet he thinks to himself as he pulls up to the lawn and garden supply store. Still warm as well, and the thermos does its job perfectly without a problem. Inside the hardware store, he begins to ponder the outdoor furniture section. Wondering if it's a good time to begin contemplating the outdoor furniture. It's that time of the year, time to start whatever it was that was needed to be started. Either day or either time of the year was like any other day of the week or any time of the year. The home life, or rather work home life, or the work needed to keep his house up to date and operational was nonstop and continual. He loved it, as a matter of fact he enjoyed life fully. He loved his home, and he loved the way he was creating his home around him. A compost pile for the leaves that are being compiled and possible outdoor furniture for his rest area, or rather his outdoor dining area. The thought of this and the thought of that, coming together in the most harmonious rhythm, really made him desire more. More life, more experience, more home and friends and as well as a new experiences. A few years back he found a girlfriend for himself, the girlfriend changed his life totally. They grow together in age and support one another's decisions about the past future and present. Happiness reigns in the mind of both of them as they develop into greater people, greater people for the service of other greater people. Today after he visits the local shopping center, he would return home. His new and awesome discovery would come over and hang out with him or he could go to her. They created a system that permeated outward in all directions. Affecting both the mind and the bodies of all those who encountered their presence. They were happy about the progress they made together. And to the happiness they discover within each, they gave thanks every day to the people and the community that helps provide them the sense of security and family relations they desire. He really gets his day going when he gets back home. His girlfriend arrives at his home about the same time he did so everything turned out perfect for both him and her. They enjoy the day and plan for the seasons that will come. Volunteering with their neighbors and contributing to the people as much as possible. They begin to talk about the night and how to make it the most perfect. A restaurant right down the road was running through their mind. Cassandra! the name of the beautiful woman he met a few years back is her name. They fell head over heels in love with each other in a matter of months and possibly even days. They worked so well together, and the presence of each other really contributed to their happiness more than what they ever believed was possible. In the restaurant, they sit in harmony, loving life and the blessings that they are being apart of. Enjoying their mighty blessings, and the wonderful meals. They talk about this and that as they prepare for the longterm goals in life. Neither one of them had children, and actually, they themselves didn't believe they even needed any, however the topic has come up before. They of course are too old to reproduce but have thought about adoption. But of course, will never follow through, only entertain the ideas of doing such a thing. They say they would rather stick to assisting or volunteering with the local shelters and adoption homes. They both scan over the menu looking for the most perfect meal for the evening. Cassandra begins to speak of the wonderful diet and approaches the menu with caution. Leaning toward the salad over meat or dairy and or pasta. They laugh up the night while they sip on their whiskey and enjoy their fresh meal. Looking out the windows, watching the people move about their day without a care in the world. They move throughout the city with absolutely nothing at all to do except for waiting. They visit friends within the community, wasting time, creating time and enjoying the time they have together. Back home they snuggle into the couch and turn on the tv. A tv dinner on some days will suffice perfectly, and on other days they enjoy the finer things in life. The sounds resonating from the speakers were like a cinema in the front room. They find their comfort zone and prepare for another day. The choice for the night's movies was something special. Something between comedy and romance, a bit of romantic comedy could ease the mind into a peaceful night's rest. They slide closer and closer until they can't get any closer. The warmth of each other's skin against each other does wonders to their mind. They get closer and closer to each other as they cuddle in for the night. Closer! closer! closer! until there is no room left between them, the void being totally filled by their warm skin. The next morning, they awaken, closer than ever, right where they had fallen asleep the night before. The tv shows dancing advertisements, flickering around on the screen, on mute they attempt to get the attention of the viewer. Martin peeks open his eyes to discover the eyes of Cassandra are still closed. Sleeping peacefully as she possibly could. He peacefully and silently creeps to his feet and makes his way to the espresso machine they picked out together a few months back. The fresh smell of coffee fills the home in a matter of minutes. The aroma and all its intense flavors fill the house, and the day begins to become more and more enlightened with every sip. He finds his place on the back porch, overlooking some trees and the ongoing construction that he has going on. Waiting and enjoying the delicious brew. Soon after, making it about halfway through the cup, Cassandra turns the door handle to the backdoor, pulling it open, she is greeted by her wonderful man standing there in the rising sunlight. A very light mist of evaporated coffee rose from his cup. The sunlight penetrated the rising mist at the right angle. Sending a shining particle of light right into the eyes of Cassandra. The cup sparkles with a radiant glow as he sips and lowers it to his chest. She leans in to greet him as he does her, meeting in the middle for a warm kiss and greeting. Good morning greeted by good morning, a slight embrace to express themselves. They begin their morning with the energy they need to proceed on with their wonderful day, creating with the wonderful enthusiasm they need to proceed in life with the quality they need, and that would provide a life that is worth living. She fills her cup and takes a seat out back alone side her dear friend. They watch the sun for a few minutes, the birds and a few people across the yard. Waking up on the back porch delivers to their mind a nice, relaxed, and harmonious state for the day. They begin to ponder the day and what they can do for the day. He decides he wants to put a hammer in her at some point in time today. Maybe they can finish some of the addition to their construction project. After they finish their coffee, he decides the best way to proceed with the day is to actually get something done. So after only a short minute or so it was settled, they would finish working on the home, only after they enjoy their cup of coffee and enjoy the wonders of the beautiful sunrise. As the day begins to come to a close, they ponder the next step for the night. A romantic perception, a perception designed to teach the reader, in depth, the personality traits they have for a more clear and well established connection. They find themselves in another eating establishment later that same evening. Encountering people like themselves, even from the same region as them. Sharing these things in common, they meet new people from all across the region. They connected with their neighbors a while back, neighbors from a few houses down, and begin to develop a more in tune relationship with them. Such great neighbors they are. They connected with them over a double date once upon a time, which developed and bloomed into something awesome. Those very same friends turned out to be some of the greatest things to ever happen to them. They spend time with them quite often and have even become very close to them. Much like best friends would become. They saw the potential they had and decided that holding on to them would be a good idea and that they would be of great service to each other as they got older. Not only that would enjoy having the lifelong perspective for their friends but would also be able to grow and lean from them as they would them.