coffee no. 99
The city I live in is a real hell for drivers nowadays. Because of numerous road works there are a lot of diversions and, of course, neverending traffic jams. Adding the horrible, and also neverending, downpour we have the August Saturday afternoon landscape ideal for newlyweds.
The chain of colourful cars is suddenly broken by a dignified, white as snow "limousine", adorned with white balloons and streamers. There is no possibility of passing by the others, so the only way is to wait patiently in the situation when nobody is patient.
I can see the woman with a big veil and her husband sitting in the back seat but I am too far to see their expressions. Are they happy after all, or sad, or disappointed? Do they think that THEIR day should look quite differently? What are they talking about during those long minutes on the road? Are they joking? Or maybe complaining? What music are they listening to in the car?
Too many questions.
The chain of colourful cars is suddenly broken by a dignified, white as snow "limousine", adorned with white balloons and streamers. There is no possibility of passing by the others, so the only way is to wait patiently in the situation when nobody is patient.
I can see the woman with a big veil and her husband sitting in the back seat but I am too far to see their expressions. Are they happy after all, or sad, or disappointed? Do they think that THEIR day should look quite differently? What are they talking about during those long minutes on the road? Are they joking? Or maybe complaining? What music are they listening to in the car?
Too many questions.
posted by lorretine at 10:34 AM
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