tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-30

A bleak evening, perfect for a bleak walk. I'd walk a country mile to see a face that's happy to see me for the right reasons, right now. Just as I'm crossing the river, a plan for more comfort food takes shape - it helps me keep moving forward, further north. It's a bit loud and echoy inside, but I'm devouring my book faster than my food, and tune away the voices as the stories evoke the music I listened to while walking here. A train, a walk and a tram and I'm home again, scrubbing my face and reaching for a beer.