St. Patrick’s Day has been a way lot of fun, but has not left me in a very good condition to write. But I know there is only one thing worth writing at this moment.
On my way home from a rousing evening, I got stuck at a stoplight. Bored, I looked to my left. There was a young woman hunched between concrete slabs underneath the interstate. She was blonde, in shorts and flip flops and looking right at me. My windows were up.
The only thing I could think was that she must be thinking, “You will go home, park your car, get into your bed, and not think of me again.”
But she is still on my mind. I don’t know what she was doing out there, I don’t know her story, it’s too chilly for shorts and flip flops tonight, there is nothing I can do.
She’s still on my mind.
Image: Anthony Cronin