It's refreshing and feels good.
I've decided to start writing again. So I've been carrying around a notepad in case I decide to write things down like I used to. So here, the first of many.
Those words resonated
In my head, they echo.
I left
Walked out.
It's cold.
I keep thinking about what she said.
About me, about us. About her and children. I reflected as I walked.
To be with someone who loves kids.
It's quiet out here. My boot steps echo on the pavement like the thoughts in my head.
I pull my gray wool herringbone newsboy down. My wool pinstripe vest keeps my torso warm. Gosh, wool is a versatile fabric.
My headphones are off. Which is odd. I always keep them on. Today they're not. Perhaps....perhaps to prevent the blockade of my thoughts. It's quiet out here. Inside, well. It's chaotic din.
I approach the bus stop. I take out my little note pad. I write. I don't want to forget again. I can't stand that. I prefer to remember it.
A woman asks for directions. Short. She had dirty blond hair. Light skin, with a colored striped hat. A scarf matched said hat, it rested around her neck. Her cheeks and nose are rosey She carried a pink sip cup with Cinderella n it. A thick Hispanic accent escapes her lips as she speaks. A faint scent of florals wafted about.She carried a reptilian print bag, burgundy. It's fake. I continue to write. She has braces, which I find interesting considering her age.
I put on my headphones and wait for the bus.
Those words resonated
In my head, they echo.
I left
Walked out.
It's cold.
I keep thinking about what she said.
About me, about us. About her and children. I reflected as I walked.
To be with someone who loves kids.
It's quiet out here. My boot steps echo on the pavement like the thoughts in my head.
I pull my gray wool herringbone newsboy down. My wool pinstripe vest keeps my torso warm. Gosh, wool is a versatile fabric.
My headphones are off. Which is odd. I always keep them on. Today they're not. Perhaps....perhaps to prevent the blockade of my thoughts. It's quiet out here. Inside, well. It's chaotic din.
I approach the bus stop. I take out my little note pad. I write. I don't want to forget again. I can't stand that. I prefer to remember it.
A woman asks for directions. Short. She had dirty blond hair. Light skin, with a colored striped hat. A scarf matched said hat, it rested around her neck. Her cheeks and nose are rosey She carried a pink sip cup with Cinderella n it. A thick Hispanic accent escapes her lips as she speaks. A faint scent of florals wafted about.She carried a reptilian print bag, burgundy. It's fake. I continue to write. She has braces, which I find interesting considering her age.
I put on my headphones and wait for the bus.