Sunday, December 3

• Through the window of the cafe, I see a small tree, that thanks to the winter awning, seems to be growing indoors.

• Through the maroon edged windows, a fire-engine red electric bike is chained to the fence across the street.
• The bright orange of the incendecent lights is picked up by the ochre-green of the trees in the window. A small orange flower sits on the table. 

• How people seem to assume the same universal gesture of hand to neck when concentrating while working in a computer. 

• An hard-eyed woman in a long green and yellow striped skirt and long green cartigan is leaning against the pole by the back door of the bus, a green shuk-cart with a pully beside her. Black snood with  few whisps of white hair peeking out. Gold rimmed glasses picking up the yellow stripes on her skirt. Her stare is direct, and not friendly.