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The autumn is showing its bitter wet cold grey side that feels like a mitten that doesn't quite fit or give warmth and smells like a damp woolen sock. Slippery half-decayed brown-yellowish leaves on the paved road that make the heels of your shoes go to all wrong directions. Too many people in black and grey clothes under the roof of a single bus stop wearing their morning faces and breaths, feeling uncomfortable getting so close to other people, looking for a good place for their dripping umbrellas. No one is smiling in the 8.36 bus to the city center, as full as always, till the first metro station where everybody lets out a shared sigh of relief as most people get out and make a dash to the doors of the station in the rain. Some are holding the mornings newspaper on their head, the women shading their eyes in order to protect the make up.
The wind can't lift up the fallen leaves and make them dance in pretty swirls like a couple of days ago but keeps on trying relentlessly, making people's umbrellas go inside out and into the trash bins. Not that it could keep you dry anyway. Pulling their jackets and scarves tighter, hands in pockets, heads down, hurrying forward.
The roofs are all shiny black, water flowing and dripping fom them. Dark foggy clouds hang upon the city and there's more rain coming from the sea that looks like a fluffy cloud too. Maybe there's a clear strip of sky far, far in the horizon, but could be a trick of the eye too.
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I'm all good though. I have red rubber boots albeit no umbrella, woolen socks, and my mittens fit.
I love to have colorful clothes when other people are all in their blacks and greys. Me who used to dress in nothing but black for ten years.
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You know those slow motion scenes in the movies?
I totally had one of those moments just now. Here I am, sitting at my computer. There's another woman sitting opposite me. And then it begins. H enters. She's this mmmm sexy pretty smiling girl with pretty vintage style clothes, high heels, pearls and neat make up, with brown reckless curls. She sits on the corner of this other woman's desk carefully, holding a cup of coffee, looking down, then slowly raising her head, throwing her hair back… All in slow motion. If something is missing it's the sun making her shiny. Not that she needed it either. I had Presets' Cookie playing in my headphones which made the moment a bit- - dirty. I think I might have stared at her for a while.
The wind can't lift up the fallen leaves and make them dance in pretty swirls like a couple of days ago but keeps on trying relentlessly, making people's umbrellas go inside out and into the trash bins. Not that it could keep you dry anyway. Pulling their jackets and scarves tighter, hands in pockets, heads down, hurrying forward.
The roofs are all shiny black, water flowing and dripping fom them. Dark foggy clouds hang upon the city and there's more rain coming from the sea that looks like a fluffy cloud too. Maybe there's a clear strip of sky far, far in the horizon, but could be a trick of the eye too.
- - -
I'm all good though. I have red rubber boots albeit no umbrella, woolen socks, and my mittens fit.
I love to have colorful clothes when other people are all in their blacks and greys. Me who used to dress in nothing but black for ten years.
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You know those slow motion scenes in the movies?
Click to viewI totally had one of those moments just now. Here I am, sitting at my computer. There's another woman sitting opposite me. And then it begins. H enters. She's this mmmm sexy pretty smiling girl with pretty vintage style clothes, high heels, pearls and neat make up, with brown reckless curls. She sits on the corner of this other woman's desk carefully, holding a cup of coffee, looking down, then slowly raising her head, throwing her hair back… All in slow motion. If something is missing it's the sun making her shiny. Not that she needed it either. I had Presets' Cookie playing in my headphones which made the moment a bit- - dirty. I think I might have stared at her for a while.