Here comes the sun
The sun sweeps through the windows, alongside the wind that is lifting snow from the streets and the rooftops, showering fine white flakes over everyone and everything.
A young man closed his eyes and nodded in time to the music pumping into his ears by way of twisted wires.
Having accidentally bumped into me when the bus lurched, the guy with ruffled brown hair apologised then said, "The sunshine is back!" Indeed, we were all squinting. He started singing, "Here comes the sun ..." and we both went "doo doo doo doo ..."
Happiness swings to The Beatles as we serve antipasto garnished with poetry: Untitled.
Posted by sniffles at March 09, 2003 05:33 PM