train rides on a rainy day that go through tunnels
make me look inside while trying to look outside the window:
a girl was chewing on a banana bread breakfast while sipping on her cup of coffee.
(cuppas need to be attended to immediately as they turn cold really fast.)
then there's a couple where the guy was profusely saying sorry for something he did.
(the girl kept assuring him all's well, but he just wouldn't stop saying sorry
and if he'd say sorry again, i...turned to the window.)
however, windows double as mirrors under these circumstances.
and it is rude to openly stare and gape at people.
so i turn my thoughts to the color choice of the clothes that i wear.
it is usually dictated by what's next in the laundry line:
whites alternate with colors.
so the past week, despite the city being grey
and most were clad in black trousers, black suits, black boots,
black pumps, black bags and black hats, i was wearing white.
last night was laundry night.
today's a sunny day and i am wearing a grey shirt
under a denim mini dress with black flats.
thankful i can put a pair of sunnies to good use.
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