She serves my coffee
Black clad from the boots up
Long tanned legs
Attitude for miles
A pile of tangled hair
Sherry brown eyes
Something rich buried inside
I wish I could inhabit her life
For just one day
And see what it’s like…
*So many people, so many worlds. The waitress yesterday, I loved her style. It wouldn’t suit me at all, plus she was only twenty or so, still I wondered what it was like to be her.
A homeless man grinding his teeth, lay on a chair along the street, smoking cigarette after cigarette. He shouted at me
“Got a dollar miss?”
I didn’t want to be him, but I still pondered his existence.
Yesterday also, the girl that saved me in the hairdressers when I was having a not so great a day, with essential oils and the best neck, shoulder and head massage. She was so thoughtful and kind, she changed the course of my afternoon and reminded me, we are all capable of brightening someone’s day. And we should, wherever possible.
Everyone we come into contact with, and of course all of those we do not, are experiencing this world in myriad ways. From the time we all wake, to when we sleep, paths are crossing, chemical and emotional reactions occurring.
As writers, dreamers and artists, we are able to imagine and assume yet we cannot inhabit another’s skin.
It is the wonderful work of the world we all occupy, at the same time, simply humans being.
Life is endlessly interesting
Header photo: a photo I took in Toowoomba when we were there earlier in the week. The bricks at the bottom of the wall are crumbling. Foundations. Old buildings. Nicely renovated out the front, falling down at the back. People, personas, attitudes. I have so many photos on my camera roll but many trigger ideas and that’s why I take them. Not that I can always recall later why 😊
It’s the week-end here yay! Hope you are enjoying the days wherever you are
