She entered the Métro station and was bombarded by a mob of holiday shoppers marching towards her. It was obvious these were not regular travelers fortunately, as their their stride was casual and relaxed, flexible to sidestep and allow her to pass. The last Sunday before Christmas and this was another reason she wished dhe did not have to work today.
Panhandlers and homeless persons may have been relieved having a more captive audience, not immune to their plight as were many regular daily commuters.
consumed with Christmas lists
clink in a tin cup
The day started with a surprise visit.. I had planned to take a bus to pick up a parcel it and get some items at the grocery store next door. My son arrived minutes after I had showered, so, I quickly braided my wet hair and rushed out. He mentioned he has to guard frenzied drivers to avoid an accident. I couldn’t agree more with his need to err on caution since I was careful crossing the street c as well; there seemed too many hurried drivers running red lights and cutting other cars off.
I took advantage of his arms and his car to get heavier items at the store. We stopped for a submarine on our way home. As I was waiting for our order to ring up, my son was pointing to the homemade cookies on the counter. For a moment I felt like I was right back 30 years ago when he was seven and silently eyeing something like a hot wheel or candy bar. A gush of warmth swept over me.
As we stepped out of the restaurant there was blowing snow…looked like millions of tiny white beads spreading on the dark pavement. Temperatures had dropped today and I was hopeful the ground would stay white just a while longer.
North winds quicken
snow clouds dim late afternoons
chilling brittle bones
fairy dust on dark pavements
brightens this early dusk
Today, I woke up looking out the window at the rain; 9 C on December 17th is so rare. I thought to myself, “Why wait for New Year’s resolutions?” and thought of a haiku at that moment. Why not write a haiku (or more) a day when the thought pops up in my mind? Sure I write sometimes three or four posts a day with prompts…but why not go back to basics? The reason I started all of my blogs…to journal thoughts of the day and now that I enjoy haiku so much, why not put that moment in a haiku every day?
wakes up to the rain looks out at that sky of gloom crawls back into bed
I have to admit that the rain looked bleak from the inside, but once I walked to work, dressed in my hooded raincoat, I felt pretty darn good. Isn’t it amazing how life offers you wonderful opportunities to take another look?
two sides of a coin
makes or breaks
looks out the window