tales from an ordinary world

2001-11-16

and so here I was, on a slow tram to China...or it may as well have been. Maple leaves waving back and forth just outside, like you could put your hand on the window and feel them brush past. But it's mid-morning, and I'm stuck in that "day after" bubble again, catching myself staring and wondering and wishing. If we don't start moving any faster I might just give up and go lie in the sun, instead.