Wednesday, 16 September 2009 23:46
I so don't know what to blog about ._.
My mind has been in a semi-permanent state of mental block ever since Monday happened. It couldn't be the workshop, could it?
Nah, I just need more sleep.
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"...and she brushed past me.'Ah. This is a good place to sit.'She placed her bags on the bench adjacent to mine as she began, with much difficulty, to sit down. I watched her as she fished for her water tumbler from her bag and as soon as she did, the wind started to pick up, putting her at the mercy of the chilling rain.She packed up and stood, calm and oblivious to her surroundings. Slowly, she trudged to the bench a little further up and laid her belongings on it. The scene was not unlike that of a picnic; her colorful dress danced to the wind as she sat, quietly sipping from her tumbler.I finished the last of my gelato and wiped my face with a tissue. I stood up, eyes still fixated on her. It struck me then, that moments like this don't come by often. I was stuck in a dilemma; part of me wanted to go over and strike conversation while the other was uncomfortable at the thought of it. With great deliberation, I started walking back into the mall. I peered over my shoulder and as I did, a part of me went all warm and fuzzy.As I approached the automatic glass door, I was greeted with a frigid blast of cold air; I disposed of the gelato cup and stole another glance at the old lady as I placed one foot on the metal step of the escalator: that tranquility, a weak, lonely figure against the grey, blurry rain."