On the train i have a few minutes to rummage in my bags, checking for forgotten items. There is often something left behind in the crush of time at the beginning of such a day; it is never anything particularly essential, or at least nothing that is non-purchasable on arrival.
I enjoy this journey from one contrast to another; from the blank fields stitched together with hazy trees at the beginning, through the ranks of narrow, busy gardens that fringe my view, then the cliffs of red-bricked buildings steadily encroaching on the window. The landscape slows as we travel through the tunnel of burgeoning wires and bridges, of walkways and flyovers and the impression is that the train needs to shoulder its way past the sleeping back this city, creeping past faceless walls and dingy corners to the shiny, beating heart.
From the dark tide of suited shoulders and hurried footsteps i veer off into the station pharmacy, with the short aisles of commuter essentials and city luxuries. I am on time, but i don't wish to delay, and the choice is limited and quickly made.
At the checkout i present the blue bottle of play lubricant and a stubby gold tube.
"Have a good day" says the cheerful checkout attendant.
"I will" i say, and walk back to the cosmetic display and the convenient mirror to apply thick plum colour to my smile.
5 comments:
From what you have written here, in this case to travel and to arrive both seem pretty damned good.
I think you look good coming and going.
'Thick plum colour' ... Is there anything more seductive?
Sounds like you will have a most excellent day... to me.
AAE - travelling, arriving, visiting .. even leaving has its' charms.
MJ - you approve of my butt, or pleased to see the back of me?
Fat controller - scarlet does not suit my colouring, i prefer the bluer shades.
Jackie - i always enjoy my day outs :)
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