monday morning

Today I begin work at the answering service. I’ll get dressed, brush my teeth and collect what I’ll think I might need for the day. I’ll think about visiting James, but will decide later. I’ll leave the apartment and maybe have to come back for something. The walk through the alleyway and across Kingsway will be warm in the sun, but I will be cold a litte. The breeze will catch my skirts and blow about my ankles. At the busloop, which will feel lonely, though full of people, I catch the 106 and pretend to know where I am going. I’ll get off and think breifly about stopping in the shop with the feathery window, but I won’t. I will walk to the place I am to be and walk slowly up the flat coloured stairs, then open the first door on the left. I will say Hello, and they will too.