So the conversations steeped, sweeten with a little humor, a little personality. Weeks later I stir.
Way down the middle of the train platform she stood, as unassuming as chamomile. I slowly drift toward the aroma. She boards, sets beside some dude. I post, delaying the inevidable.
"Hey, haven't seen you in a long time, how have you been?" It goes on like that for 10 minutes. Then I begin to stir, availability, possibility - dinner? iPhone keypad gets tickled with digits.
Would like to read her leaves, if I could, see what stories they tell.
Photo: Glass and spoon taken with iPhone3Gs, on board camera app, Lo Mob app
Photo: Glass and spoon taken with iPhone3Gs, on board camera app, Lo Mob app
