I walk out of the town pool into a grey dripping sky
Rain on my shoulders doesn’t bother me – why would it?
I’m wet
I drive my car down a grey street, above which, the lights are still on, perhaps they are yet to acknowledge the sun is awake, lying behind its thick blanket of clouds
Windscreen wipers beating in time
I pass a man
We meet at the eyes
He looks at me
I look at him
Our faces blank
Divided by a screen
I don’t know why I don’t smile
Perhaps I was there
Perhaps I was gone
Trying to get ahead of the chores for the day
But it bothered me all the way home
I usually smile
Where had I gone?
Fantastic as always!❤️
Thanks Kat, that’s really sweet 😘
Your writing is beautifully relatable. Thank you!
Thanks Monty, I find we are all very similar at heart so I write from that place as much as possible. ❤️
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Oh, we’re supposed to smile? My wife would point out that I *never* smile.
Perhaps smile is t the right word – I just recall feeling so utterly blank and I did it with a person I actually know in a restaurant the other day too – I looked, I saw her and her husband, she looked at me and although I didn’t think at the time (or obviously I would have waved or acknowledged her in the moment) the incident replayed in my head afterward with me thinking “what the hell is wrong with me that I didn’t just smile?” There are these periods of blankness – that’s why I’m wondering where do we go? Because she went there too.
well written… easy to relate to! I’m like you I like to smile and it would bother me, if I didn’t
Thanks for reading and yes, it really bothers me as I love when you smile and then get that answering beam in reply.