Over uneven pavements
And narrow streets.
Below the sky
Resembling a marble slab marked with swirls of clouds.
Few things fascinate me as much as the sky does:
Sometimes its overwhelming vastness,
But mostly its ever-changing colour-
Particularly the minutes before the sun retires,
I often yearn to claim possession over the rich hues,
Contemplating the imagination behind its creation.
With Lisa Miller's Car Tape as my sole companion home,
The ash-greyness soon became too much to bear.
I needed a happy fix,
And slid into a car park behind Demand and Supply.
I circled aimlessly
Feeling like a lost child.
I soaked in the scent of tropical rattan,
Looked casually, halfheartedly for a wall clock.
I felt my spirits decline as the density of the clouds grew.
By the time I drove up the steep slope of my driveway,
I was tired, brittle, and close to tears.