People watching
Wednesday afternoon, on the way to town. As soon as I'd sat down, I knew I was intruding. The couple opposite me must have just had a fight. Maybe he was leaving her. Maybe she'd cheated on him. They didn't say a word, but their body language screamed their familiarity and their anger and their pain. She was looking at him eagerly, trying to catch his eye, but he was looking straight ahead. I wanted to tell her it's OK, it'll pass and it'll get better, but I didn't. I had to look away because in a metro full of people, they looked like they needed privacy. If I could draw I would animate them, on notebook pages, in rough draft-looking lines, with a blue ball-point pen. And a hint of red in his slightly puffy eyes. But I can't draw, so I wrote it down instead.
Purple watching
Got a big week next week - three midterm exams, two birthdays, a dentist (and a partridge in a pear tree). I don't know, I'm not feeling excited about this birthday. It's not that I have a problem with my age, but I'm just sort of...indifferent. It's just another day really, all the big milestones of becoming an adult are gone and passed. Maybe 30 will be more exciting, I don't know. But it's not like finally I finish school, finally I can drive, finally I can drink. It's like, yeah, whatever. The only difference is I need to remember the new number, in case somebody asks me.
Silver lining
It's been 0 to +3 all week. The ice and snow are almost completely melted from the sidewalks, and are thinning out in parks and gardens. Looks like I survived the winter, wehey!
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