Tuesday, January 23, 2007 6:43 PM
from the inside staring out.
The doors close behind me and my eyes follow as it does. The man behind the wheel looks iritated. I can't see his eyes. Maybe sunglasses and gloves are important in his line of occupation, I don't know. I rummage for my ticket and quickly present it to him. It doesn't seem to cheer him up the least.
I choose a seat nearest to the doors. The doors just have an effect on me today.
The view is nothing fancy. I've seen it a thousand, maybe a million times before. But today, it seems too fascinating to look away. The normally freezing air conditioning has nothing on me. Even the drones of the engine couldn't annoy me enough to dig for my iPod.
I just didn't feel like looking away, you know? I tell her.
She looked too tired to think of her usually witty answers. That is the effect of tuition on the young. Sounds like an experiment that could benefit.
All the things from before rush to me and I feel as if someone pulled the chair from under me and my bottom is sore from the fall. The pangs of pain are continuous. Only the view and this pain is all that matters now.
These animate and inanimate objects that I see rushing past the glass doors seem good. But will it be enough? How is your view any different from mine, I wonder. Will it suffice to hear of your great feats? Is this how it is meant to be if everything happens for a reason?
minx wrote at6:43 PM
