"...we began seeing one another..." he said, and I thought of people going about their daily routine, exchanging a brief smile with a shop assistant, half noticing passers-by in the street, glancing at work colleagues on the way to their desks, all in a blur of humanity. And then one day something shifts, eye contact is made, and someone comes into clearer focus.
approaching autumn
in this morning's post a note
from the optician
2 comments:
I love this.
Alan
Area 17
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A lovely piece. I like the way things that arrive in the post can offer layers of meaning that the sender would be clueless too.
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