A bird wakes up the morning. The hanging whispers. The window rustles lazily. An orchid winks its eye. The body stretches. Smile paints the face: "GOOD MORNING, THE WORLD, GOOD MORNING, LORD!" Steps rush down, water cooker's complaint. What a bright morning is showering from the sky! Coffee. A spoon of honey. Lips gently touch the clay cup. Glazed with love. Irreplacable. Radio interrupts. A song. Shoes. Coat. "That's enough, gotta run." Whistles the key. A bicycle enjoys human graze. Winding road. A big title: "UNIVERSITY".
Doors open courteously. Looks follow her silent steps. Copy machine. A known voice. Known set-up. Speaks, tempts, provokes. As if innocently makes jokes. She replies, chats, but feels "no". A known voice offers coffee and invites for a friendly dinner. She doesn't know, she is seeking, she is open. That's why she says "yes".
Doors open courteously. Looks follow her silent steps. Copy machine. A known voice. Known set-up. Speaks, tempts, provokes. As if innocently makes jokes. She replies, chats, but feels "no". A known voice offers coffee and invites for a friendly dinner. She doesn't know, she is seeking, she is open. That's why she says "yes".
A picture by Joe.
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