Tuesday
Aug232005
some days are good
I beamed at his awkward attempt at affection. he'd just told me I was beautiful. he never does that. I tried to remain unaffected but I couldn't help it. my face radiated in a thousand tickling sparkles. he noticed it and teased me. I laughed at his indelicacy. and at my own inability to manufacture cool. I went back to more important business. my udon. at Kunitoraya. followed a movie on the Champs-Elysees. and a delightful walk through Le Bon Marché department store. some days are good. and you can't predict it. whether sunlights are flooding in or rain is pouring down, sometimes everything blends in so seamlessly that it is almost indecent. and everything is beautified.
Reader Comments (11)
Thanks for sprinkling your tickling sparkledust all over cyberspace!
By the way, you are beautiful. We have proof.
We walked around the left bank for days (nearly ran screaming from the right) and everywhere we went we smirked to ourselves at people on the phone, smoking, while their dogs shit all over the sidewalks.
Ah Paris.
In Paris one shouldn't think so much. One should just BE.
Beautiful writing!