Window
There was something soothing about staring out at the world through a wooden window frame - how old, one could not be sure. I don't know the correct terminology for windows, but these had two panels - like doors really - which opened outwards, and each were secured to the outside wall with a hook at the base. Where the hinges were, one could see that someone was sloppy with the painting.
A man came up right behind us and said, "Just wondering what you were looking at, what with the two of yous just staring out there."
My companion said, "It's a nice view."
It was, truly. Even if the whole scenery was not picturesque. But why look at the whole? There was plenty of detail.
Several men were trying to put a sign together. I watched them put up one side of the sign, thread some tubing through the side, and they stuck what looked like a cradle for fluorescent tubes on top, before screwing in the other side of the sign. They looked like they were having a good time.
And then there was a man who seemed to be perpetually re-parking his truck to get out of everyone's way.
The near-ebony branches of the trees looked like they were dressed in frilly green lingerie. It was officially summer, but I was wearing my coat and scarf, and kept my gloves handy. It was cold.
Two broken chairs by the shed. On the lawn stood a neat white marquee, furnished and ready for Christmas and New Year parties.
By and by, an absorbed-looking gentleman drove up in a little old grey car. A Morris? I don't know much about cars. It was worn and rusty in areas, and it had a gearstick behind the steering wheel, but it had personality.
I drained my third cup of peppermint tea. He'd already finished his coffee.
The world went by.
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03 December 2001, Monday, 11:06 PM
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