Week 18

Red-winged blackbirds balanced gracefully on the reeds along the lake. I come down the hill towards the water around the curves faster faster, little engine revving, wind blowing, hip-hop blaring. The car is covered in a fine dust of pollen and filled with many things of the day, paperwork, coffee-cups, used Tupperware and high heels high heels high heels. I hold a mug of hot tea that sloshes about as I bump along. Late late late again. I come to the first red light and hurriedly reach for my mascara. I have just enough time to finish the left eye. The right eye will have to wait.