tales from an ordinary world

2002-08-14

"grateful kiss
it's weariness
and the rain keeps falling
all over town"
stephen cummings.

A sickly sweet confectioner smell wafts down the midday street. I'm going to lunch in the Big Room, because it enhances my sense of Getting Away From It.

In the evening, there's a low chug from an approaching 4WD - I step back and let it pass before crossing the sidestreet - I don't sense much mercy in this one.

This place is closed, that one's full, but I know this other one'll have room for me. They get no points for musical taste, but everything else is just fine. A pair of familiar accents ring out from deeper inside the cafe while I practice my reduced-appetite dining.

Waiting for the tram, I can stand on these little steps with the toes of my red shoes hanging over the edge. I feel like a minor clown, but really I'm just the invisible man (as always).

Walking up the driveway, the white smudge of a single cloud tries to obscure Venus in the recently darkened sky. It's over now.