This evening was to be spent at home, in my bed..with a book...maybe a tea..in company of my precious plant that started to turn towards the window with an even greater speed, than what I was used to in the dark days of winter...I think they realized that the spring is here, and their way of showing their happiness is manifested in their faster moves (still relative, they have not started to run around in my room). So my plan was to come home, and chill out, after a really impulsive 2 weeks, but...how can someone interfere with the Universe? It had other plans for me...
After leaving the office I finally decided to give into the little squeeking noise disturbing the peaceful kingdom of my mind, and decided to stop at a shop on the way home, where last week I saw a pair of agreeable shoes. Nothing special, I've tried them, they still fit me, that was nice to see, that in the course of the last week my feet have not yet deformed much, not that they would, but still it is worth checking time to time...one can never know...so I bought them and headed home...aaand that's when the adventure begin!
After weighing the odds, making a quick, but thorough calculation which way home would be the shortest, most comfortable, most convenient, I chose the longest...my heart & emotions won over my brain again..I heaeded towards tram number 18. Whilst walking, I felt something..thing, but long fingers capturing my head and turning it to my left...at first I found it strange, and I became rather curious,but upont looking in the wanted direction, the pieces of puzzle got to their place...there was the moon, almost full, shining so brightly, one could not NOT realize it. But there was something different about the moon this time. I stopped and took the time to examine it (in the meantime the lights turned green, then red, then green, but I didn't mind), and then it dawned on me! It was not so much the moon, but the sky around it! It was not black, as I have always thought, but blue...further away from the mighty queen it was very dark, silky kind of blue, but in its proximity it slowly faded into a lighter kind of silvery blue...all the sudden it all reminded me of the deep blue see, with a trembling moon on its surface. This discovery chased out every thought from my mind for a while, I was somewhat taken a back, and wondered, if I have only realized this nature of the sky now, then it is either the result of a) me getting old (but I threw this option away very quickly) b) I'm drunk (but I did not drink anything) c) I have sight problems (I've been to the doctor not long ago, and everything was fine) d) not everything is what it seems at first glance, and as such there are always things to discover..or rediscover! I chose this last option.
Content with my new experience I was waiting patiently in the tram stop, still staring at the moon (once I look at her, I cannot take my eyes off of her) when another weird feeling crept under my skin..something was somehow not fitting into the picture of what you expect from a city. Trams, ok, people, ticked, but..where the moon was, in the field of my view it looked different. It felt like as if I was sitting in the audience and what I saw ahead of me were just certain scenes of the stage, but somehow they mixed two eras..a modern one, and an old one..a known one and a forgotten one...a superficial one, and a deep one...a common one and a mystic one...on the left and right there were two big, very vividly painted yellow buildings, bathing in the light of street lamps, but in what appeared to be the center of my vision, between the 2 yellow buildings, there was a thin, dark street hiding...the contrast was so great, I could not see much, only darkness there, the shadows of the houses, 3 lit windows, the roofs, that stood behind each other like soldiers on the field ready to attack when the command arrives, and above them, the moon...casting on herself the role of a watchman...she looked down with very attentive eyes, but embracing in herself many secrets about this littel street...you had the feeling, that something powerful, something eery was about to happen there, and in that world it is not unusual, but there is a silent agreement between the forces of the Universe that those events are forbidden to be known to anyone. However I grew suspicious! I couldhardly fight the urge in me to go there, and check the place out, instead I started to imagine the kind of inhabitants of that street on such a night like this...passionate, yet wicked, dark, long haired, powerful women, tall men, dressed in black tail coat with bewitching eyes, wise old ladies, and cunning lords..all part of a society that was thought to be not existent any more. I was pretty much amused by this vision, and was already waiting to see what will happen, when the tram showed up, and I was pulled back to the city life...unwillingly I got on the tram, and chose a seat next to the window, hoping I can still see the apparition, but...the inside of the tram was so bright, I could only see the reflections of the chairs through the window...
As the tram was hastingly delivering me home I was listening to music, and almost stepping into the world of imagination again, when a man got on. Let's be honest he was very drunk, and very homeless (carrying his bedcover with himself) and even the greatest good will could noone say his smell was bearable. He got on, looked at the crowd and asked the question: "Where should I sit?" As he got closer to a couple, sitting next to the door, just across me, they got up, and he had not one, but even 2 places! I thought, fine, the story is over...buuuut...nope..he kept on talking to himself, but so loud, that anyone could here. We understood, that he did not even want to get on this tram, but he doesn't mind now, as at least this way he can see some beautiful women (and looked pointedly at me..ehmm). He was fixing me with his eyes, in a way piercing me to the seat, but I did not feel uncomfortable at all, though at one point I thought I'll blush when it was the 5th time he complimented my look...I was smiling to myself, but almost burst out in a loud laugh when the couple nearby me got up, and the lady...well the lady was the type who likes to show what she's got...she was wearing a purple dress, neatly low cut in the front, and short enough on the back, with boots on. Now our friend could not leave this without remarks, he mentioned the lady's partner that this one is a hot babe, has good & huge! boobs..then the lady, I think because of being embarrased did not know how to react, and started to pull her dress down, but! our friend told her not to do so, and was hungrily looking at her remarkable butt. Thank God it was my stop to get off, so I stood up, and drew the attention of our friend to myself (bet the lady was more than thankful) who then felt the need of reassuring me again that he liked me, then asked if I'm angry, but I answered with a "no" and a smile :)
After getting off, this little "adventure" made me think...and also made me realize...how badly we manage when someone tells us what he thinks..bluntly, just like that...not caring about conventions, good manners or whatever..because this time the whole tram went numb...noone said a word, and tried to force on themselves an expression of "I don't care" but ...their efforts were rather in vain, as the man was loud, and impudently honest...he wanted us to hear him...and we did :) and froze :) What if we all threw away our masks and would say without limitations (but obviously without intention) what was on our mind/heart? Pretty entertaining to think about it :)
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