I forgot how to people watch
Over a year here and put through more forced people watching on public transport than I thought possible and everyone has been so lifeless. Cold, expressionless, story-less, normal, boring. And here I am on a bench. No destination, no purpose, nothing really to do at all on a chilly spring day and I feel like I am horribly intrusive. A couple from India walking down the street. Suddenly she stops, turns around and walks quickly away from him, her face breaking from held-back tears. There is a new red BMW that pulls to the curb. A man her age, much younger than the first and dressed far less professional gets out. She immediately goes to him. Her face collapses and melts into tears resting on his shoulder. She stays enveloped in his arms as the first man waits by the newspaper stands. He gives her a few minutes, proud of his patience. After those minutes he signals to the new man – taps on his watch. He now inches closer, removing that large gap that was between them. It is beautiful-this interaction. It is beautiful not knowing the cause of her growing sobs. The BMW has now sped away, leaving this tall, slender woman with the sharp nose and gasping cries with her original partner. They have walked out of my sight and it has been so long since I have been so involved with a stranger.
March 24th, 2009 - Posted in Uncategorized | | 1 Comments
on March 25th, 2009 at 1:33 am
Love it. I want to hear the next section!