- An attic light clicks on against the approaching evening
- Soft memories of hours spent up in attic fortresses
- I still can't think of a childhood friend's attic without shivering at a memory of being marooned there, terrified of her ferocious rabbit snarling on the stairs.
03 February 2009
attics
01 February 2009
lost and found
- I love to collect things from neighbourhood alleys. Today I find a pair of bright blue shoes perfect for dancing. They're just my size.
- The gurgle of rain water rushing down the storm drains creates a sound like music deep within the pipes. I wonder for just a second if there is singing coming from underground.
- The calm before guests arrive. The house is clean, the dinner ready. I sit and relax.
28 January 2009
green for go
- Four blocks in a row have pedestrian controlled crossing lights and all are flashing green at the same time
- I sneak into a colleague's office before turning the lights on and gaze at a spectacular sunrise
- Picking out the rum ball from a white box of pastries
25 January 2009
snippets
Snippets of conversations heard on a Sunday morning's walk:
- (from a girl hurrying down the street with her mobile at her ear) "oh really? we must have been trying to phone each other at the same time . . . I wanted to talk to you"
- (two neighbours meeting in the street) "I'm glad I saw you. I made a delicious dessert that I want to share with you"
18 January 2009
out and about
- After almost a week of thick foggy days, it's sunny outside. Neighbours pour out onto the streets, soaking up the light.
- In the community centre across the street men and women are carefully watching their feet as they move around the room. Salsa dancing lessons have begun.
- The fog was still heavy this morning for my cycling group. We peer into the mist as it swirls and envelops us one by one.
16 January 2009
accomplish
- A hard week's work in an intensive course comes to an end with a class cheer and promises to keep in touch
- I eagerly stretch my hand out towards the end of the pool after more laps than I ever thought possible
- I fearfully approach a difficult conversation. Later, I recount the situation to a friend, proud of my actions
15 January 2009
mysteries
- Muffled by the thick fog, cars appear and disappear almost silently.
- The blond lady across the classroom is a private investigator. I day dream about her secret adventures all morning.
- Internal changes never spoken. Mysterious in their growth and passion.
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