Swim with the bunnies

I was woken by my Nana at 4:45am, I couldn't understand "what are you bloody thinking , waking me up so early" Not realising for some reason my crackberry decided to go back in time an hour and I was to be on the beach by 6:30am for an Easter service. She walked back in my room loudly asking"am I going to the beach on my own?" , "Are you mad Nana, it's only 5:15am" No it was not. I managed to get dressed drink my coffee have my morning cigarette, in the dark in all of 10minutes. Oh and wake and convince my uncle to come with.

It was beautiful, none of us Methodist and me being concerned the congregation would find out. Silly concern for such a beautiful sunrise... I noticed a family of different generations of ladies. I imagine mom, her sister, a daughter and a gran, taking there clothes off. I thought oh OK a baptism on Easter Sunday, why not. No there they were in there swimsuits. One minute on the sand the next paddling in the water. I felt the very icy cold breeze, looked up at the sky, grayish, looked back at these woman and though"crazy" But sweet.

After some small talk with a few neighbours about my uncles loud voice that could possibly carry across the neighbourhood but apparently to his joy does not. We returned home to my grandfather. "you really missed out!" said I, he answered sarcastically "you people just leave me here , well you go out and have a good time!" how dare we, we chuckled and sat down to breakfast.

The day went by as I pondered about omens and the what birds symbolise, with a soundtrack of debates about politicians and Ertha kitt serenading the scene. Soon my mommy arrived. I miss her sometimes, even though we live in the same city. I guess it's because I have been so lost and disconnected from all. She sat next to me, hugging me like a little girl, I love to watch her interact with her boyfriend. He is a tad deaf(well a lot) She being loud has a knack of keeping him in tune, perfectly paired.

My mom and I played Easter bunny for who I call my "stepsister"(my moms boyfriends daughter) I ran around hiding eggs in either very obvious places or very well hidden, thought provoking hide outs. As she wandered around the garden, a voice hummed, col, no colder, okay warm warm warm, luke warm, warm to the left, hot hot hot hot.... This voice was mine. It took me back to child hood, when my sister, cos and I used to hunt like hooligans , searching our Easter treasure, the adults would direct us with, cold for if we were far, warm, meaning closer, and hot we've got it!

Oh, shit, its my voice, I'm an Easter bunny adult!

So sure I am an adult who is not permitted to make decisions about my life due to circumstances and bloody consequences of my addiction. Fine I may not be able to choose to live on my own today, or buy what I want tomorrow.. BUT I got to be an adult for a child who needed a bunny, so for today that is plenty of a gift.