Morning
Autumn is almost here — the light is changing, it is just that little bit chillier in the morning when I set foot into the street. The trees know it too, they aren't fooled by the humidity. The writing voice inside my head has been silent for days now. It's funny how the more self-absorbed I feel, the less I am inclined to talk about myself.
Today, I walk on the other side of the road. For months, I virtually took the same way to work, crossing at the same lights, taking the same turns, the same side of the junction. These days, I randomly decide which side of the road to take. Sometimes, I meet the creaky old Asian man with a brown hat. He doesn't appear to be able to move around very well, taking very small steps very slowly with the aid of his wooden walking stick. He would smile at me in a most conspiratorial way without actually turning his head so that it would look like he is secretly smiling to me from just one side of his face. And there was a time when I would run into this woman who stops to look at the books in the window of the bookstore every morning, just like me. She would exclaim something over a classic, going "Oh my!" over titles she hasn't yet read. She'd laughed when I told her I make a point of walking on the other side of the street in the afternoon when the bookstore is open so that I wouldn't be tempted to buy more books.
I make it to work on time — just. I'd have to learn to leave earlier when it begins to snow.
The technoLAHgist asks me: "What do you usually have for breakfast?"
I reply, "Changes from time to time. Lately it's two slices of bread. What about you?"
"I had bread as well this morning, just looking at other examples haha ..."
"What do you have with bread?"
"Just butter and blueberry jam," he confesses.
I'd been addicted to peanut butter recently, but I haven't told him that. Oh, and vegemite ...
Posted by sniffles at September 17, 2003 10:01 AM