more scenes, seens, not-seens
Sunday morning: two guys in their twenties, one dressed all in black, one dressed all in white. 7:45 a.m. The guy in black was blonde, the guy in white was raven-haired. Of course. The guy in black was more leather and chains, while the guy in white wore flimsy layers, soft fabrics. He flowed. Side by side, hands in their pockets, coming home from who knows where. Going north on Division. Somewhere else in the city, two crumpled girls hating the sunlight.
Saturday afternoon: watching C make a left turn on a red light. An easy, lazy kind of turn. Just as she finished the manoeuvre I said, You just made a left turn on a red light. She took her foot off the gas, slowed right down, starting looking around and behind her -- What? I did not! Did I? -- like she could reverse out of it and take it back, make time go backwards. Just keep going, I said.