Thursday, May 28, 2009
My morning walk to the hospice takes me through tree lined streets and beautiful gardens bursting with wisteria, clematis and magnolia. It would be an idyllic stroll if it weren't for the morning rush of hurried commuters in BMW's, Mercedes and Audis. I watch them sometimes while stalled in traffic— stern looking middle aged guys graying at the edges, always fumbling with something, usually cigarettes or mobile phones.
Posted by A wandering vein at 9:46 PM