This feels very relevant because I’ve suddenly understood a progressive illness in the family and my apple tree died.
I had been wanting a pair of Toms for a while, but I just never got around to buying any. I was sorting through my clothes and books today (ready for my move tomorrow – eek!) and as I was carrying a bag of rags into town I spotted a pair in ALALA‘s window. I couldn’t believe my luck. Rose gold and size 37. Perfect.
I waited twenty minutes for the shop to open because I thought someone else might snap them up. When I went inside I couldn’t see a price tag. I have a habit of picking up things without price tags, and I always feel bad about it because it happens so often that I probably look a bit dodgy.
The lovely lady behind the counter said they were a fiver. Bargain.
Four or five
Breeze carrying mutters inside
Rectangles shifting against the magnolia
Like presentation slides
Why stop on the sidewalk
And face the window?
Bike lights bright
Arms move like a crane
Lifting me back into place
Whispers tell me it’s OK