The other morning, it was 23 degrees.
I wore 2 shirts and was able to walk easily, in a freeze, as if things were NOT new to me, yet again, even if it had been such a long time since I walked.
The pond was still there, my thoughts too. I wished for a computer and some quiet time, but 8:30 am Meetings all week.
And then there is the Boy to occupy my mental energies.
The only people I see are the Crossing Guard near the school; she waves. We talked on Halloween, she liked my costume and I liked hers.
And the man who stares into space as he sits in his running car, where that lady used to be. I somehow got a sense that she voted for Trump, I don't know how-some conversation we had, or she had with my mother. The kind of person who smiles at all the kids and who dies alone in her bathtub with some gin sitting on the rim. Funny, the things you think of in a town like this.
There is a strict line between the townies and those who get up and out. The industrial part, the industrial parks, the commuters and the college kids. The cab drivers ask me my age, because SURELY we grew up together. But no, I didn't go to PUBLIC SCHOOL and didn't hang out in the places they did. I was home watching black & white movies. Doing research for my future life.
I wore 2 shirts and was able to walk easily, in a freeze, as if things were NOT new to me, yet again, even if it had been such a long time since I walked.
The pond was still there, my thoughts too. I wished for a computer and some quiet time, but 8:30 am Meetings all week.
And then there is the Boy to occupy my mental energies.
The only people I see are the Crossing Guard near the school; she waves. We talked on Halloween, she liked my costume and I liked hers.
And the man who stares into space as he sits in his running car, where that lady used to be. I somehow got a sense that she voted for Trump, I don't know how-some conversation we had, or she had with my mother. The kind of person who smiles at all the kids and who dies alone in her bathtub with some gin sitting on the rim. Funny, the things you think of in a town like this.
There is a strict line between the townies and those who get up and out. The industrial part, the industrial parks, the commuters and the college kids. The cab drivers ask me my age, because SURELY we grew up together. But no, I didn't go to PUBLIC SCHOOL and didn't hang out in the places they did. I was home watching black & white movies. Doing research for my future life.
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