Thursday, April 3, 2008

Downtown at Six

Traffic at six p.m. washes down the streets like the last stream of consciousness. From a small cafe that sits on a tight downtown corner I watch the men and women flutter down the streets in their handsomely long jackets and wonder: do they realize how beautiful they are at this time of day?

*I am headed for my first class in NW Film Center School of Film. Can't contain my joy. Thank you Saudi Cultural Mission for little joys you help bring on...

4 comments:

Saudi in US said...

Congrats Aysha. I wish you a lot of success.

Aysha said...

Thank you so much! SACM has approved this workshop as a paid for seminar! It is relative to -but not part of- my original area of study. I applied for it four months ago and was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for something to go wrong either through film school or SACM. Nothing did, and the course turned out to be WORTH IT!

Marahm said...

Beautiful post, well crafted and poetic. More importantly, your question provokes thought. Who would imagine that s/he is beautiful at the end of the day, after work and tired. Perhaps the beauty lies in their relief in being set free at the end of the day.

That's my personal projection, anyway! Says something about me...

Aysha said...

marahm,
A person poetic as yourself, when they spot "poetry" in my writing, gosh, they're giving me access to heaven :D
Your thoughts about the six o' clock flutter are my exact thoughts as I wrote the post.