Post by binster7 on Mar 30, 2008 23:05:08 GMT -5
Three girls sat in the third row of a over heated truck. Three songs were playing, and three different pairs of headphones were stuck inside three different sets of ears. I felt bored and on the edge of the sleep I had been waiting to come over me. Me being one of the two girls closest to the window I could see evidence kids once sat in these seats. Smudged hearts and kitty cats were smeared across the glass. Although these windows were barely transparent you could see a city. We were not used to the big buildings or spray painted walls. Everything was broken down and treated poorly. This town had a certain air to it though; something that was meant to be kept clean, or something that was meant to be treated with respect. The people hurried about their days in a busy fashion. Rushing with unsmiling faces as they walked through the streets and down the sidewalks, past groups of teenagers who were enjoying their Saturday by the water edge laughing in their awkwardness yet trying to remain cool.
One lady walking down the sidewalk full of people struck me funny. I paused my iPod and watched the lady for the few seconds the fast moving vehicle would allow me. This lady had skin as brown as honey and hair done in a dramatic bun dangling over her head. Her eyes looked sweat under her round face, she directed this sweetness toward her son; seeming to glow as she did so. The little boy blushed as she kissed him on the cheeks and fixed his hair. Then a tall man with equally honeyed skin tapped the lady on the shoulder. As soon as the lady would let the boy out of a tightly gripped hug he rushed into the mans arms, and the lady waved apologetically as the two boys turned around without a second glance. The women walked away very slow like. As the little boy and the man did; they seemed to have the springs in their steps and smiles on their faces that she was missing out on.
Then they were gone. We were onto a fresh group of people with different worries and smiles which meant new things. I enjoyed the way everyones skin clashed as they went about their afternoons. Everyone seemed not to notice anyone else's presence, and truthfully nobody did. People cared about their agenda and their daily plans and thats it.
The streets were dirty and garbage seemed to make piles around these peoples feet. A little girl picked up the Wal*Mart bag that was blowing across the sidewalk, and slammed it into the trash can looking back at her mother for approval. Her mother didn't seem to notice. Nobody really did. This little girl half smiled to herself and went about the walk with her mother. She was probably thinking about how yucky this streets were I imagined and maybe she was caring somewhat less about it then just one minute ago.
I turned my iPod on once more and went back to my attempt at sleeping. I could feel every piece of carpet under my shoe and every chamber of or air making it hard to breathe while in this overheated truck. The sun was in full throw, as I drifted off into a deep sleep thinking of the pretty looking lady and the naive little girl.
One lady walking down the sidewalk full of people struck me funny. I paused my iPod and watched the lady for the few seconds the fast moving vehicle would allow me. This lady had skin as brown as honey and hair done in a dramatic bun dangling over her head. Her eyes looked sweat under her round face, she directed this sweetness toward her son; seeming to glow as she did so. The little boy blushed as she kissed him on the cheeks and fixed his hair. Then a tall man with equally honeyed skin tapped the lady on the shoulder. As soon as the lady would let the boy out of a tightly gripped hug he rushed into the mans arms, and the lady waved apologetically as the two boys turned around without a second glance. The women walked away very slow like. As the little boy and the man did; they seemed to have the springs in their steps and smiles on their faces that she was missing out on.
Then they were gone. We were onto a fresh group of people with different worries and smiles which meant new things. I enjoyed the way everyones skin clashed as they went about their afternoons. Everyone seemed not to notice anyone else's presence, and truthfully nobody did. People cared about their agenda and their daily plans and thats it.
The streets were dirty and garbage seemed to make piles around these peoples feet. A little girl picked up the Wal*Mart bag that was blowing across the sidewalk, and slammed it into the trash can looking back at her mother for approval. Her mother didn't seem to notice. Nobody really did. This little girl half smiled to herself and went about the walk with her mother. She was probably thinking about how yucky this streets were I imagined and maybe she was caring somewhat less about it then just one minute ago.
I turned my iPod on once more and went back to my attempt at sleeping. I could feel every piece of carpet under my shoe and every chamber of or air making it hard to breathe while in this overheated truck. The sun was in full throw, as I drifted off into a deep sleep thinking of the pretty looking lady and the naive little girl.