it was one of those finishing afternoons -
midweekend, when
one really ought to remain in bed but
chooses to get up instead and have a
look at the world and all of its
projects, try to finish, to dot i's and cut off frayed edges
- it was one of those days.
and the sun was higher up in the
sky every time
one looked out the window, odd for
november. all the time
in the world seemed as small as
a pocketwatch, dangling, chained, ticking
(infuriatingly).
it was on this day, this afternoon that i
decided not to finish a
thing, and do what i ought;
and stayed in bed. rather than returning
a new pair of socks and a skirt, buying the carton of eggs and
ground nutmeg, i fluffed
up pillows and dazed into the covered light.
instead of cutting through town, passing the
park
to avoid traffic, i daydreamed of better things and places.
i could have been driving up to a
chain cafe at that moment, then
walking through the doors, then
spilling your coffee, then
meeting you, but
i didn't. it was just one of those finishing
afternoons when
i finished before i could start.

11/01/2008

Posted on 11/07/2008
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