At security, woman forgets her husband, remembers her glasses. A baby blows raspberries at my face. Big, bottle green eyes. 'Just like her father', I'm told. At Pret, a man (maybe 29), dressed in salmon trousers, discusses climate change. At Pret, I wonder how to eat a croissant without making a mess. I Google it. I make a mess. Some people work; man across scribbles on a tissue. 'Grown woman has more pastry on her face than in her mouth'; I hope not. Unless he's a comic, then he must. High waist knee length brown checkered shorts, white tank and a cobalt pinstripe shirt, docs. I take notes. Several toblerones, twixes, kisses lurk comfortably in sight. So do books. Few are read, most cushion mobile phones. A couple discuss washroom rota. Man gets up, woman leans towards me. 'Do you know where the ladies is?' Nope, no I don't. I should drink some water.
A mental note, a quick scribble (for now). A lousy attempt at getting back- to breathing, thinking, writing.
For the three people who asked about my quiet newsletter streak, it felt good (and unduly important) to be missed. It’s been a while.
Featured Image: Passengers waiting at Heathrow Airport, 31st July 1978 by Evening Standard
Missed your words, miss you more(?) 👉🏼👈🏼
beautiful! as always