Rushing into the Turnstile

Redline Wisdom

"Wrong button. Have a nice day."

Allowing a Train to pass

He stood on the platform in the early morning.  The Sun rose across the lake but he wasn't feeling the warmth yet.  At that early hour of twilight, the air is either filled with hope or fear. 

His feet wanted to move, the direction didn't matter.  The suit had spent a day and night on the body.  For some reason, the effort to look in all directions and make a choice failed him.

Home went North and back to life.  His red tie did not wave that way.  The red tie was a Christmas present and he hated getting that present but couldn't resist the fact that it was an amazing tie. The other direction led him to...

Smiling

Checking his phone, this man with disheveled hair smiled. The long awaited text went through and he has good news in response.

Nothing on the train could bother him now.

Ending in the Morning

She stood hugging him on the platform in the morning. With disheveled hair and red eyes, she knew her last play was a mistake.

He hugged her and thought about other things.  A booty call from her was nice that night, but sleeping an octopus left him tired and he preferred the morning.

In the hug, he looked down the track to watch for the train. Hoping for it.

She clenched tighter as if holding him tighter will project her desire into him and result in love. But somewhere in the long hug, she realizes the truth and let's go.

Awkwardly, he stands on the platform, both relieved to be done and upset that she didn't wait for his train so he could leave.

Cat Fun

God's Reward for Me Going a Bit Crazy

God speaks to us in many ways.

God spoke to me in front of a candy store and said, "Have a treat."

He said all that in a darkening of the skies, clap of thunder, hard gust of wind, lightening flashes, and pouring of water like a faucet from the skies.  All of this happened at the moment I had a candy/soda store ahead of me.  Wearing my ear buds, I did not hear the exact direction but I'm rather certain that all of that drama in the weather was meant to drive me in there.

So why was I meant to be in the candy/soda store, trapped by the rain, with a desire for candy, and money in my pockets? 

The answer was many things.  I did an act of kindness for humanity that day, my co-worker was cruel and didn't want to go on an ice cream run with me (thus denying me ice cream), and later that day, I did not watch the last game in the Stanley cup and as a result, my team won.

Either way, the storm was dramatic, the shelter sweet, the treats felt deserved, and I went to bed happy. 

Biking to Work and Other Things Superior People Do

I biked to work Friday morning and felt nothing but superior the whole way.

Why?

Why not feel superior, I'm biking.

Well, it was a bit more than that.  Biking to work means a person exercises while commuting.  Exercise for a reason, and that reason being transportation.  The commute to work hits the highest note of economic and enviromental efficiency.  It even cuts out a need for diets and gas!  So when I bike to work, I am one step superior to all other commuters.

I wonder if I ate a rare bug on my way to work...

Some really bad poetry: Ode to the Humidity

Dear Humidity,

I left you in the South
And how my skin dried
All winter, I lamented
"The air is just too dry"

Then I bought a machine
To add moisture to the air.
All day and night it ran,
Faking Nature's flair.
But my nose and sinuses caught the deception
and said, "No! No! We want organic!"
Then caused me to panic.

And now with a hint of Spring
Happily it appears
Is it rain or steam?
Oh, humidity I feel you here.

I feel you in my hair, making all the styling obsolete.
I feel you in the elevator, making me worry about getting stuck and dying in a sauna with a stranger.
I feel you in my clothes, making all seams seem tighter and the ice cream less appealing.
I feel you on my skin, making my exercise seem more vigorous than taking three steps outside my door.

I left the South, but the humidity did not leave me.

Ode to the humidity that found my poor soul.

Community Garden

This reminds me of fantasy gardens in my childhood picture books.