Thoughts of a Half Hour

For a few days it's been raining, only today the sun is coming out, shily showing its face every now and then. It's still cold, you can tell by the clothes that people are wearing. Most winter coats are probably stowed away by now, but you still see a lot of padded vests and leather jackets, occasionally a rain coat, a windbreaker. The people's favourite, though, seems to be coarsely knit pullovers and cardigans, they're the majority.

A young girl is sitting outside, smoking a Marlboro Light. I wonder how old she is, probably not old enough to doing what she's doing. She's sitting on a wooden bench, the kind that you would find in a school gym. The kind that reminds me of waiting. Not waiting to be picked, no, I was fairly sportive as a kid, but waiting for the lesson to be over. I liked sports, but I didn't like physical education in school. Too much pressure.

Far away, a huge plane is slowly cutting the sky in half. It looks tiny from where I am, but the cut is clearly visible. I wonder where it's going. Perhaps to Jakarta or San Francisco. Maybe Hawaii or Manila. Any one of those many places I would like to visit one day. Well, perhaps it's going to Gatwick Airport, and there's nothing wrong with that. London is a nice place, but my days are limited and slowly dissolving in the air, like smoke of a cigarette.