The sun sets right at 6.30pm and though there is never anyone up here with me, the buildings are present, their faces ablaze with the burn of the sunset. A strange view. Open industrial mouth with mountains for lips. I never put my house keys in the same place and I procrastinate with grocery shopping. I procrastinate with a lot of things, like mailing letters and writing them, because they seem so small in comparison with things like flaming tongues of sun-fire.
I bought stamps on the way home. Got stuck behind a girl and her father who were choosing some 20-odd lollipops, Coca-cola, strawberries and cream, and who were reminding me that small really is big, huge, gigantic. In the eyes of the beholder. And so a small thing like procrastination and mailing two postcards in February instead of in December turned something forgotten into something lividly present. I noticed her postcards were written in english and she noticed I needed stamps for the States. Another replaced New Yorker and her Californian son attended the school I now teach in. Wandering down Bravo Murillo, her so called "stomping grounds", L and I talked about marriage and learning from heartache and misplacement and teaching. Her makeup and jacket/sweater combo reminded me of a jacket that I had bought at Savers in La Mirada (or is it another town?) for some 80's themed get-together. She and I sat down, waited for her friend and when she arrived, L grabbed my arms, kissed my cheeks and blessed my journey. Enjoy it, these are good and ripe moments. Enough procrastinating said I, the blessed one, and so I bought groceries and came home. Sunset. Things go down and others come up behind you.
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