The room has a view. An expensive view.
She says,
Take a walk in the mud. Stay out in the rain so long that you never feel clean and dry again. When you return, you won’t need to stand at the window to see the view.
He shrugs,
Too late, I already paid the rent.
He said, “This home looks really broken down.” looking at the photograph. “Yes.” I replied. I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room. But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain…
Someone recently asked me if I would do a tarot reading for them. I found a polite way to decline and recommended a friend who does this and related things for a living. Then they asked if this person was any good, whether it would work. And I had trouble…
hmmmm. forgot how you hate the rains. It rains all teh time here. I’d be under a permament cloud!
But with the rains come Rainbows and mushrooms and corn-on-the-cob and hot beaverages and splashing about in puddles!wheee!
A different kind of ivory tower, maybe? 😉
A different room with a different view? 🙂
Btw, such greenery in our city is of course, priceless