# 12 Ms. Mouse, Drawbridge, CA
Mouse and I have worked together several times and I knew she was just the adventurous soul to hike out with me at dawn to Drawbridge, CA.
I used to sit in windows. Stare through the glass. The cars would pass, and people would walk by without notice. It was my calm. My escape from my reality.
You have to wonder about them sometimes, where they are coming and going. How they got to where they are now.
Its like watching television. Others living their lives, silently bordering my own out of reach. Life riving by in a Sunbird, or a Taurus. Purring like a tiger on the motorcycle. Opportunities toll away on a skateboard, in a stroller. You might develop a familiarity with a stranger as he boxes while jogging, practicing for the ring. The stop light in command of the woman in the suit, hurrying out of the cafe with her briefcase.
From outside the window, the wind graces my skin and my hair, sending shivers through my tine body. The smell of the grass, or the car exhaust, or maybe the coffee house fill my nose. The whole world is a new sensation. I am free. Uncaged. Driven. As if I were a feral beast, cloaked and caged, now wild again.
What was I missing, hiding behind the glass all those years, peering out at the world from within in my anonymous shelter? Where will I go now, when there is only myself and momentum? What will become of me when there is no window to hide behind?
Willing you be looking from your window, wondering about me? Or will I cross your path along my way?
I used to sit in windows. Stare through the glass. The cars would pass, and people would walk by without notice. It was my calm. My escape from my reality.
You have to wonder about them sometimes, where they are coming and going. How they got to where they are now.
Its like watching television. Others living their lives, silently bordering my own out of reach. Life riving by in a Sunbird, or a Taurus. Purring like a tiger on the motorcycle. Opportunities toll away on a skateboard, in a stroller. You might develop a familiarity with a stranger as he boxes while jogging, practicing for the ring. The stop light in command of the woman in the suit, hurrying out of the cafe with her briefcase.
From outside the window, the wind graces my skin and my hair, sending shivers through my tine body. The smell of the grass, or the car exhaust, or maybe the coffee house fill my nose. The whole world is a new sensation. I am free. Uncaged. Driven. As if I were a feral beast, cloaked and caged, now wild again.
What was I missing, hiding behind the glass all those years, peering out at the world from within in my anonymous shelter? Where will I go now, when there is only myself and momentum? What will become of me when there is no window to hide behind?
Willing you be looking from your window, wondering about me? Or will I cross your path along my way?
posted by M. Carle at
9:58 AM
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