A tidious thing, grocery shopping. And then of course, the bank . . . dry cleaning, faces passing this way and that - with purpose - the what-nots of a what-not life. "Should I keep the movie - watch it again? . . . box right there . . . Shit! Left it at home - guess ill watch it again . . ." "Maybe I should get a cat . . . ". "Need more coffee. . . So many people out today . . . "
Unusually warm for November -
"Fresh fall sun". . .
Sidewalk cafe -
"Cream, no sugar . . .thank you" . . .
"Dog maybe?" . . . "Ah but then I'd ha
. . . and there she was. - - - - - - -
a glance returned - look away, look back . . .
Arrows fly as the curtain goes up . . .
look away, look back -
. . . my heart pauses - breathing stops - soul spins 'round.
eyes lock - time stops, the rest obscure . . .
The fading spark catches fire - look away . . .
Look back . . . . . . . . . .
Ever so gently, a slight smile . . .
Recognition . . .
confidence reduced to awkward . .
Look away . . .
Chances, like glances . . . are fleeting . . . .
Look back . . .
"May I join you?" . . . .
My knowing self dives headlong into the unknown . . . More than an addiction could ever be - the blissful . . .dangerous . . . need.
The floodgates open and lust for life returns.
Technicolor back on - the birds finally set free to sing once more.
Fortune has found me!
Non-fiction. . . . One day . . . .
* image is not mine