I listen and I watch. I Listen for footsteps and voices behind me. I watch the city and my reflection. Out of the window and across the sodium orange glow I gaze and wonder why I'm here and not out there somewhere, existing instead of waiting. I put the vacuum away and stand in front of the drinks machine. Tomato soup or hot chocolate. The acme of my evening and the only responsible decision I will make today. You can't buy this kind of freedom, whole floors of buildings to yourself for hours on end. It'll have to end someday.
5 comments:
very nice photo there....
are you turning into jean-paul sartre?
Wow, nice.
Very nice. All of it.
A special post.
Alan - "are you turning into jean-paul sartre?"
I've just re-read it and yes, you have a point....
That's Cosy Powell's helicopter in the bottom right of the photo, or so I'm told.
Szelsofa - Thank you missus :)
Sandra - You too. My turn to get a big head I suppose.....
May - Thankyou, praise indeed.
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