Friday, 23 December 2016

Winter Morning (1)

As I stood at the sidewalk waiting for a cab to get to work this foggy morning, he trotted up from nowhere and stopped right next to me staring philosophically ahead. I could picture an image of two old souls, in a parallel universe somewhere, sharing a cigarette over a quiet encounter, the kind that is acknowledged without any words. My reverie was cut short by a slightly noisy arrival of the cab. There was some confusion on his part as he sheepishly gave me the way to get in, suddenly being aware that the cab had stopped for me. As I was being driven away, I stole a glance at him from the rear window and smiled back at him wagging his tail. The spell was broken.