Sunday, 15 February 2009
Therapy for some of us
Bit of this
The anonymous blond who belongs to the high heeled brown boots, wafts though the kitchen, and out of the door without a word. Thank God I have not got to cook lunch for a stranger then.
Lost in the colors of the graffiti cheering up the bridge. The pain in my back ebbs as I focus, and click.
The sign says "postponed come back next week end". The car makes up it's own mind and carries on to town, I bump into wonderful Nab, she gives me a hug. What a lovely surprise.
Clear Air Turbulence
Never "clear the air", instead investigate all the subtle nuances of the word fester.
(Nobody could do it better, I loved you anyway girl)