Thursday, July 21, 2011
He was walking down the street and his jacket was red. Rain was coming down from a darkened autumn sky and blended the traffic light colours together so that it looked like my painting palette from home. I was drinking a cup of peppermint tea in a coffee shop far from him. When he began crossing the street, the light was steady - red man walking - and the angry cabdriver was texting on his phone. He did not see the red lights, or the red man. All was white and black, and my peppermint tea was standing cold on Murray street mall. For him it was dark, but for a blur of rain and red.