This morning I found myself on a "Rail-Replacement Bus". Yes, ardent cyclist djinn Kitty left her bike at home in respect of heading off for an evening of merriment after work.
Already running a bit late, she was in a dash and then tripped up (momentarily) when she found the local train station has been closed for some days now, and would not reopen until - June! It was an ultra-sunny morning, and she was soon atop the double-decker bus. What a different perspective! The bus travelled through an area of very smart Georgian housing just near to her beloved neighbourhood (never-a-dull-moment Dalston broadway). She reflected if she was ever in the market for real estate and home 'ownership' (i.e. the type involving title deeds) this would be an excellent place to begin her search. A new area! But it wasn't - corners from her cycle route angled into vision; it just looked different.
She admired the flat rooves and flat frontages of these graceful terraces; saw a gnome sunning himself on a window sill; handsome vintage lamp-posts; a grown woman gliding along on a child's scooter; another woman in sari hanging washing on her balcony. Then there was a lady walking up an avenue. Only her back was in view, her black coat, and she wondered at her unusual walk - her body was straight upright but inclined, with one shoulder and one foot ahead of the other, as though slicing a headwind - like she was trying to get through an invisible narrow door. One belonging to a gnome, perhaps.
What a delightful bus trip it was: unearthing already-planted tulips in the urban undergrowth. Change your view, or the point at which you are standing, and the world will transmute too!
No comments:
Post a Comment