I got into the lift at my building this morning, there was a very chatty man in
a yellow raincoat. He talked all the way to the ground floor, about the rain,
about the flowers he'd just planted on his balcony.
wasn't sure if he was talking to me, or to himself. He didn't pause to hear my
responses, he didn't even look me in the eye. I
got a bit nervous. I'm not used to this much effusiveness this early in the morning.
later I thought, maybe he was just afraid of not being seen or heard. Maybe he
was trying to make a mark on the day, a yellow raincoated loud sort of a mark.
S. Prabhakaran, Canada; picture: D. Lang, Germany)