i got the window seat in the train today.
window seat is a premium, especially at peak hours.
and whenever i get a window seat,
i consciously choose to look out the window:
no reading, no ipod.
then my attention shifted to the girl in the seat in front of me.
she was wearing her hair in a ponytail,
tied in a purple ribbon, adorned with a black furry cat.
she was saying 'Ko-ga-ra', as the trained stopped at one station.
'That's right, Doll, Kogarah.' her grandmother encouraged her.
she was on her way to the city with her beaming grandparents.
her blue twinkling eyes must have that kind of effect.
may i always remember to look out the window.
'Rock-dale'
may i always find something new out there.
'Syd...nam'
'That's correct, Love, Sydenham.'
may i be totally immersed in looking out instead of thinking of writing this.
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