a tunnel from my window to yours

i started off yesterday in the most incomprehensible of bad moods.

at the end of the night, finding my boots admidst the melee of footwear at the top of the flora house stairs, my mouth filled with merlot, a total stanger tapped my arm, leaned in and whispered " you're really beautiful, you know."

such a juxtaposition of feelings, from one end of the day to the next.

and such a pity that i couldn't find the words to return the compliment [as it was rightfully deserved, believe you me] before she slipped back into the crowd.