She walks with her arms up, chin resting in her palms and her fingers working steadily. As the crowd shuffle along purchasing their items in the market she weaves her way through the people her hands concentrated to her mouth. As I got closer realize, she is fixing her dentures. Unsuccessful she pulls them out discreetly and exams them. I move along thinking, ‘I hope no one bumps into her.’ Didn’t get a snap, my camera was buried in my bag and my hands were filled.
“Sometimes there is more power in letting go than in having the last word.” Self-quoted
He jumps up hands flaring, in a high pitch voice he shrills, “excuse me, excuse, sorry please stop.” As his quieter companion follows behind hips moving in an exaggerated sway, the streetcar driver not appearing to hear him drove on. He is pissed, he turned back to his companion in dramatic flair saying, “He didn’t stop,” he announces dejectedly. “He could have stopped,” he then said indignantly.” His companion says softly, it’s ok. He looks at me and complements, “I love that green you are wearing.” “Thank you,” I replied. He continues, that’s the color he (pointing to his companion) wants to paint his nails. “Oh,” I said, “but that will look like he has rotting fingers.” Eyes rounded his companion piped up, “oh no not that green, a deep forest green.” “Ah,” I said as the streetcar pulls into Bathurst subway. Still unsettled by not getting his wish to get off early the young man announces, “I am going up front and tell him he should have stopped.” I said, “Why put your energy there?” “Exactly,” his companion agrees, “don’t say anything, he encourages.” As I parted ways with the young men I left them with one last word. .. “Sometimes there is more power in letting go than in having the last word.” “Exactly says his companion with a tender look and a flare of arms.
Yeah, yeah I know I am bad, but what can I say? It just called to me to click, so I clicked. With no material to absorb the wet we all get to witness the ass sweat…yuck…at least its not loose stool….eeech!
Around the city one can find some interesting gardens and pockets of lovely flowers growing also magically on their own accord, though of course in the city it is the hand of “man” that does the planting.