Wednesday, January 05, 2005
As I walk out the door, the hot air hits me like a slap in the face. I can't believe how warm it has gotten in the time I've been playing the paperwork games.
And then I see it - and it is beautiful. Oh, to be able to take that one home with me... but I know it is not to be. A few days, and once again I will be getting on a plane alone. But to drive it in the meantime, well, I'm very happy you wanted me to have a car.
I approach it, admiring the curves of its body, the color, the cozy interior, when my reverie is interrupted by the arrival of the paperwork. Oh, and the man carrying it.
And then I see it - and it is beautiful. Oh, to be able to take that one home with me... but I know it is not to be. A few days, and once again I will be getting on a plane alone. But to drive it in the meantime, well, I'm very happy you wanted me to have a car.
I approach it, admiring the curves of its body, the color, the cozy interior, when my reverie is interrupted by the arrival of the paperwork. Oh, and the man carrying it.
