May 31st, 2005

sinfest percy and pooch

Smiled at me

My short poem Passerby, was based a little on that happening to me. A young lady smiled at me as we head in opposite directions in the morning. I don't know why she smiles at me, she probably smiles at everyone (there's a lady that I sometimes see, that seems to be scowling or frowning all the time, but maybe that's just me).
Of course I haven't plucked up enough courage to talk to her, sometimes not even to say hi or good morning as we pass each other. Because that might mess things up. :)