American Boy (Bodiless)

I like driving in traffic, in the morning. It makes me feel like part of the great human movement to and from work. Of course, I hate it in the afternoon. But that's another bloggy.

There's a house along my way home that always throws out the oddest assortment of trash. A lot of it doesn't seem all that junk-worthy. I don't wee how one house could produce so many throw-away things. Today there was a mirror, attached to what looked like a detached medicine cabinet. It was pointing up at the sky, and I was reminded of a city sky scape, seen only in the reflecting walls of the sky scrapers (and what comes of such a scraping?).

Usually, on my drive out, around 6:30, I see a woman walking in the same direction as me. She wears a light coat with reflector strips and takes small, measured steps. Needless to say, she has short grey hair and a sweet smile even from behind. Today she was still walking away as I drove back. Can her steps really be that small? or does she walk the street again and again, all morning?

It was a unique joy, sharing this morning's moments with Mindy. Her hair looks beautiful in the opening light. Sometimes I think it is auburn, but more often it has a kind of translucent quality. One might think she dies her hair, but she does not. How do I know this?

We do not share toothbrushes yet (it's been but a few moments!), but last night looking at my lone toothbrush, I smiled thinking of hers resting in nearness.

Mindy dresses well. She's almost too mature for me. But today she wore jeans (faded) and a (faded) t-shirt. Comfortable, yeah? I had to wake up early to take my brother and sister to school. She doesn't say it - she doesn't say much - but Mindy's seen all of this. She indulges me. It's nice and doesn't feel condescending or patient. Just pleasant. It's almost as if she's a memory or she represents a memory of mine. She rested her arms on my shoulders and played her fingers through my hair. She kissed me, briefly but passionately. Like a last breath or a wave good-bye. We were standing in the parking lot before the drive home. I think she wants to have kids, but I'm just not ready.

-S

WotB: Reflecting telescope
A reflecting telescope (reflector) is an optical telescope which uses a combination of curved or plane (flat) mirrors to reflect light and form an image (catoptric), rather than lenses to refract or bend light to form an image (dioptric). See more at Wikipedia.org...