That day in September

Yesterday was unusually, lullingly warm with us. In the afternoon I caught a bus to get to work for the two classed I was due to give. I felt hot and had to put off my jacket. The bright sun dazzled through the windowpane. I pressed "shuffle" in my iPod to mix the songs. And when that girl got on the bus I was listening to Kirsten Price's "Magic tree" and I even remember the line in the lyrics "Knocking on hard wood like I know you should, You'll be shakin' on the kitchen floor". Okay, there she was and she sat next to me: utterly bad tasted, wearing cheap jeans, dark purple high boots, long black tee shirt, fake leather jacket; on top of that she was poorly made up with Amy Winehouse's worst day thick black eye lining. And in spite of all that she was an absolute goddess with her finely shaped nose and delicate facial features. I wondered if she realized that. I wondered if such thoughts ever came through her mind. When I got out of the bus I remembered it was my friend Kate's birthday. I dialed her number and for the seven minutes I walk from the bus stop to work we were chuckling on how weird it feels that it's her second birthday in a row when we end up in two different parts of the globe. Thank you September 21! It was a good day for us. Hope it was good for you too!