MissTick
Thingish Things

No thoughts lately. I’ve been having no thoughts. I let life to wrap me into her arms and carry forward without me moving at all. Life grants me a series of moments, brief sketches of reality mixed with surreal perceptions. The out of season Saturday’s sun. Blinding delight of warmth and colour. So gentle, it squeezed the heart with the furry mitten of overwhelmed senses. And you cuddle comfortably into his arms and let him kiss your lips softly to top up the sensation with the tenderness. The Tuesday morning’s rain scattered mirrors of his puddles across the pavements. I’m walking around them to the music in my headphones and the music creates illusion of another world. Strange how the background sound can transform the scene and skew the perception. Piazolla’s tango plays and I’m not in a place where I am. The street immediately transforms into a street of stranger’s city and I’m no longer me. But a stranger following the sound of the heels beating out the time of a dance that fits into the freshly washed pavement cityscape perfect.