A surprise phone call in the early evening enticed me out into the night. I was supposed to have gone to see a movie, but decided by mid-afternoon that I was too tired and simply in the wrong mood.
So ... it was just going to be a quiet evening of very little. The luxury of unexpected free time. Perhaps an article for a friend, a logo for another, or a design or two for yet another.
"... But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."
Instead, I ended up with friends I haven't seen for much too long, at a cafe that was much too populated, talking over, at any one time: peppermint tea, latte, hot chocolate with numerous marshmellows, OJ abundant with bits, a camera, or a twisted knot of straw. The lights in the cafe seemed to be dimmed every half hour, and by the time I left, the room was a murky dark brown orange.
It's amazing how much can be said within a short time. It's not so amazing how much is not said. Stories to be peeled by the layer. I felt occasionally not myself. We promised to see each other again soon, and perhaps that was why the evening felt like it ended abruptly and without closure.
Posted by sniffles at January 15, 2002 11:36 PM