It begins, as it always does. A sudden recognition of my situation, this time sitting outside on a bench in the sun. The bench is one of those metal ones that retains its coldness despite how long you sit there and has a lattice back, it’s also blue but the paint is flaking. At right angles from me is another bench and a man sits there, he has long blonde hair and for some reason I know he is Australian.
Looking at my surroundings, there are plenty of shops lining the thoroughfare, it’s quiet here despite that, perhaps it is not one of the main arteries of the town. There are trees at regimental intervals with lush green leaves which seem to revel in the sunshine they bask in. I have a book naturally, and it rests on my knees open, the ideas of page leafs and tree leaves amuses me.
I hear a bang above me and look up, the buildings rise three stories and one of the windows opening has startled the peaceful scene. There is a lady there with dark hair, she waves at me, well I assume its me but in these situations you never know, so that mortified do-I-acknowledge-said-person-or-not worry kicks in. After waving back like a reckless fool, a bit of paper is thrown from the window which flutters towards me which I expertly snatch out of the air. Read the rest of this entry »