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We got a bit drunk on sangria (or at least I did), the waiter was lovely and constantly grinning from ear to ear. I felt as if I haven't spoken so much English in a long time, though in truth it's really only been a matter of days. Maybe it's because I felt as if I haven't really spoken much at all lately - realising that I could still speak was such a relief.
I love when night stretches out towards infinity, when the time between taking one foot off the ground and placing it just a step in front unfolds from half a second into a full experience of being alive. It has been an extremely hot day, and for me, a slight disappointment that probably does not matter much in the long run, but for which I have temporarily exchanged for the ability to breathe each blade of grass, each grain of sand tucked between the gap in the paving.
The girl on the bus had blue hair plaited closely to her scalp. She jigged in rhythm to music plugged into her ears and her earrings jangled in time. She danced her way down and out of the bus two stops before mine, taking a string of stares with her.
In a sense, I want to feel like this forever, breathing deeply, being completely unanchored. Though in a sense too, I know it can't always be this way. For now, the freedom lies in the luxury of time, and to an extent, that I might have a choice in deciding when and how to clip my own wings.
Thank you, Tina - it was fantastic to finally meet you in person. Hope to see you again soon ;)
Posted by sniffles at September 09, 2002 11:36 PM