early november

On this evening of early November I revisit Mel Lastman Square, feeling joyful that I can sit here wearing a thin denim jacket and not feel chilly. Lately I’ve had my creativity trapped. I’ve been stuck in a high school, teaching History. I have a bottle of anti-structure sentiments, and am ready to fling it against a marble wall.

But here I am. How these rectangles light up in the evening. These long windows, shop windows, office windows, condo windows, balconies and all. A young couple walks by and how I hope they have lots to talk about on this warm evening! Lots to talk about. About windows, about beginning of November, about pens that glitter while you write. What does a young couple like them talk about? Do they ever make the most of the time they have? Do they ever think about having to make the most of the time they have? Do they ever experience the out-of-the-world feeling I used to have?