Another day...

Tainted air swept my nostrils but not enough to devour the aroma of flavoured ice-cream
Diagonal in view.. sat an old East Indian woman possessing eyes the size of a silver headed thumb tack and as hollow as an ant- infested tree trunk.

She tugged at her receded black hair whilst her lips raced, silently.... a small way of releasing her troubles colliding with and out-numbering the characters in this lively yet gloomy afternoon scene

I felt claustrophobic and ill

My focus now, on another woman whose "behind" fell to her seat...like a ripe fruit from a tree.
Her thin, wrinkled body clad in a flimsy dress and hair,coarse grey, braided and entwined with brown streaks of thread hanging from a wide rimmed hat appearing from the 17th century! . The hat moved as her mouth danced up and down, round and round, oozing "spit-icle" which accumulated at the side of her lip less mouth. A timely, barely dental exercise on each bite on a buttered- mini sandwich.

Characters dainty, bold and others plain presumptuous!! Expressions dribbled generously from their eyes and painted brightly on their faces...

An observant character, however, clad in navy blue sat quietly inhaling a scenery of unique souls. None acknowledging her presence; most of whom not aware that's she's even there!!

But she's real enough to know that this moment cannot be rein acted, relived or replayed.

like the hours, like the moons, like the seasons
their memories will fade

Forgetting....
.... or simply not knowing that
.....this moment was made....