“Van al my liggeel dae
teken ek hierdie een op;
dat ek later kan weet hoe swerms
duiwe van die dakke waai,
en dat ek, as ek wil,
later kan lees van ‘n liggeel
dag en van jou hier langes my.”
~ Wilma Stockenstrom
It’s a misty grey day in Porto and I was just listening to the above poem (set to music by South African singer, Laurinda Hofmeyr). Freely translated it reads:
Of all my light yellow days
I take note of this one;
so that later I can know how flocks
of doves are blown from the rooftops;
and that I, if I wanted,
later could read of a light yellow
day and of you here beside me.
A few days ago we celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary: a light yellow day.
And for this day, I made my partner a “happy memory jar” filled with light yellow notes of significant moments we shared.
But I have also been thinking about everyday yellows, even on grey afternoons, how fleeting they are, and of our attempts to capture them. Already the cherry trees are moving from blossoms to leaves. And now I am trying hard to recall being taken by a moment today, yesterday, last week… and I imagine the many scraps of yellowing images flying from the red-tiled roofs of this city (ours among them), unnoticed…
(How) do you document your days?*