Sunday, November 26

• Dappled winter lights hits the window early in the morning. It shines through the circles of dust left by the evaporated rain drops, lighting them up like a stream of fairy dust. 

•  The teenage girl sitting in the bus stop, pertched on one toe like a ballerina, body twisted in a graceful "S" towards the hot pink of her phone. Black short boots, polkadited tights, black puffy jacket, and a grey wooly hat with twin black pompom mice ears.When I pass by the bus stop again, she is in exactly the same posittion. An older man, with a thin grey fringe and weathered dark skin sits to her right, smoking. To her left, another girl pertches with her knee learning against the chair. She is also looking down at her phone. 

• The autumn leaves glow like small fires against the warm ochre of the stone wall. When you look closly, you see shadows of leaves falling on leaves, then the blue-violet cast shadows beneath them.

• On the  bus, the cast shadows of the seats cast a dramatic, sharp pattern on the floor.  The yellow lines marking the back of the chairs slash through the space like perspctive lines. The aged woman in front, who enetered breathing heavily, teh crushed cigarette thrown away as she got on, has dyed blond hair and a dark yellow bag that sounds a final note on the pattern of yellows. 

• In teh cafe, the warm incandecent lights that hang over the window reflect off the girl's ipad, so that it seems to be orange. Behind the ipad is a drooping plant with small orange flowers. Through the window, outside, site an older woman with bobbed dyed dark hair. Her face is fiercly intelligent, and intent.