and when you're standing there, reading your book of cleverly disguised smut on the corner while Five o Clock traffic is slouching by, maybe you hear your name being sung over an invisible intercom. Your full name, in a lilting baritone, being sung over an invisible, but very real (it must have been real, everyone was looking) very loud intercom.
You think maybe its from the car lot across the way, but no. It's so loud and full of singing!
Maybe you imagined it...No...there it is again.
It's confusing for a second, but then it's just so absurd and wonderful, and the sun is so beautiful, and the people you know are so full of firing synapses and kindness that it almost makes you cry.
Don't forget to tell yourself to put this in your pocket.
Stand on the corner with your cleverly disguised smut while the sun nuzzles your cheekbones and you just put that moment of delight in your pocket, because you only get a few of these, sailor. Too precious few.
(Thanks, youMisteryou. You made my day.)
Posted by Sonya at July 3, 2003 08:38 AM