Temporary
The day being bright, the shadows short as if at noon, but perhaps it is all a trick of light and arbitrary time. The fence makes stripes on his shoes and on the half-emptied coffee glasses. Everytime I glance up I get an eyeful of a backwheel, hanging off a rusty red bicycle. I'd forgotten the memory card for the camera and have kicked myself a few times over it.
I dislike it when my body tries to shut down on me. It could be due to the half-flu, or that my body is finally getting back at me for depriving it of restful sleep for so long.
Posted by sniffles at September 17, 2002 05:48 PM