What is your favourite thing to do to relax? (catch-up topic)
I sat in my room and flipped between TV channels; not because I wanted - or not wanted - to watch something particular. It was just a thing to do, an occupation that precluded thinking thoughts longer than two seconds. And suddenly I stopped, because a girl on screen wore a dress just like Hokuto’s.
Silly thing to notice, perhaps, but I spent more than half of my life being made to notice dresses. Being taught to notice the bright, the unusual.
Perhaps I forgot how, because on second look the dress was different from Hokuto’s - a bit shorter, a bit more streamlined. Still, she would’ve liked it, I felt sure.
And then there was a boy and I couldn’t help smiling, looking at him, thinking that she would’ve loved the matching outfits of bizarre colours…
They danced on ice. I knew there was such a sport, of course - or is it just a show? - but somehow I never paid attention to it. Had Hokuto ever watched it? Perhaps not, or I would have remembered. I watch it now, for her and for me, bright butterflies sliding on ice, boys and girls in clothes we’ll never wear. Nothing to do with my life, and beautiful for it.
Silly thing to notice, perhaps, but I spent more than half of my life being made to notice dresses. Being taught to notice the bright, the unusual.
Perhaps I forgot how, because on second look the dress was different from Hokuto’s - a bit shorter, a bit more streamlined. Still, she would’ve liked it, I felt sure.
And then there was a boy and I couldn’t help smiling, looking at him, thinking that she would’ve loved the matching outfits of bizarre colours…
They danced on ice. I knew there was such a sport, of course - or is it just a show? - but somehow I never paid attention to it. Had Hokuto ever watched it? Perhaps not, or I would have remembered. I watch it now, for her and for me, bright butterflies sliding on ice, boys and girls in clothes we’ll never wear. Nothing to do with my life, and beautiful for it.