Thursday, October 06, 2005
Gauzy
The weather is so dull this morning everything's blurred, muted. And I'm so tired, eyes sticky and burning, I' m grateful for the soft colours and lack of harsh lines. Grateful for the African family, more grey-complexioned than black, lined up to cross the road, the women wrapped in frail white headscarves that flow down their shoulders like net curtains, gauzy against the grey sky just one shade darker. Their quiet veils and quiet smiles seem to brush my face.
¶ 12:47 pm 
The weather is so dull this morning everything's blurred, muted. And I'm so tired, eyes sticky and burning, I' m grateful for the soft colours and lack of harsh lines. Grateful for the African family, more grey-complexioned than black, lined up to cross the road, the women wrapped in frail white headscarves that flow down their shoulders like net curtains, gauzy against the grey sky just one shade darker. Their quiet veils and quiet smiles seem to brush my face.
¶ 12:47 pm
