midday

midday,

grey skies

dropping temperatures

before the promised

snow.

it took a few tries

and a circuitous route

to find a vacant table

for lunch.

the restaurant
has a

urban country

rustic theme

that seems to 

be popular in

this city.

the smoked italian

cheese and pear sandwich

with fries was a tasty

if not the healthiest

choice, the cappuccino

was bitter.

the plan was to

visit a

gallery here.

i enjoyed the

exhibit.

friday

he sits
quietly
behind glass
in a shop window
waiting.

happy weekend

it's my party

it wasn't my party,
i wasn't crying
and
thankfully
judy and johnny
were not present.
it's my party
is a favourite song
of mine,
despite the drama
it puts me in a
good mood.
so let's sing along
loudly lyrics here

out of the city

we ventured out of the
city,
to another city
nearby
that continues
to sprawl
over
the best farmland
in the country.
at the end of the day
miss m's
greatest
concern
was to
return home
in time for
her dinner.

friday colours

subdued
colours seen
on our
morning walk,
even
the ducks
were quieter
today.

a show of hands

a show
of
hands
in a shop window

february

well,
good morning
february.
you arrived
with
characteristic
greyness.