Window seat. Often taken. Today, waiting for me. Dark coffee. Cream. Likely should have used milk. Gotta think about my cholesterol now. Ruby & Westminster. I miss the unique Wolseley street signs. Apparently people couldn't read them. Duh. Outside various shades of grey. Dancing leaves not yet hidden by snow. It's coming. The air smells of it. Some fell this morning. Beautiful. Beautiful three-story houses. Stucco. Brick. Siding. Screened porches on top & bottom. Last minute yard work. Cleaning gutters. Canada flag. Bike rack. Park bench. Both empty. Every time I see the grand, wood & glass entrance door on the apartment building across the street, I envision myself standing inside, leaning on the door, looking out. I'm nude. I'd love a photo of that. Perhaps on a rainy day. Short guy walked by outside. Inside. Young man at the next table. Too young for me. A reminder of my age. He's typing on a Mac. Blue sweater, black tee. Jeans. Brown kicks. Toque and one glove on the chair beside him. One glove is on the floor. I want to pick it up. I don't. Beautiful dark brown hair. He just spoke. Is the song skipping? Or is it just really drawn out & monotonous? The latter. Floor to ceiling books. What could be more comforting? Coloured spines. Coloured letters. Second cup of coffee. Feeling worse about the cream in this cup. My little indulgence. Looking out, I see much. Looking in, not so much. Lost focus.
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