Monday - Another Instrument For Death
Jan. 30th, 2006 11:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was sitting at the red light watching the Ferris Wheel turn and thinking that sometimes it seems to turn too fast and the rest of the time it turns too slow, but it never seems to turn at just the right comfortable speed. At least never for me.
The Carney has pretty much finished regrowing his mustache, much to my relief. I didn't like how he looked without it. There are plenty of men who look ridiculous when they try to grow facial hair, but he's one of those who looks strange without any.
Today he was sitting on a folding chair next to his gate with an acoustic guitar across his lap. I've never seen him with a guitar before, but he always has looked to me like he could play one. There was just something about his hands that told me he was a guitar player, the curve of his fingers and the way he holds his cigarettes with a musician's grace. I always found it funny that I only saw him with a harmonica in the past.
The guitar didn't look like anything special, just a shabby and beat up wooden one. I rolled down my window to try to catch what he was playing, but I couldn't hear the song over the traffic and the wind and the distance. I could barely make out the occasional melancholy stray cord that drifted across the wind into my ear.
He looked up at me and smiled just before I drove off, that kind of reassuring smile you give to someone who is worried. I don't know why he thinks I need reassuring, and I don't really want to know. Maybe I just looked sad to him becasue I have a lot on my mind. I hope that's all it is, at least.
The Carney has pretty much finished regrowing his mustache, much to my relief. I didn't like how he looked without it. There are plenty of men who look ridiculous when they try to grow facial hair, but he's one of those who looks strange without any.
Today he was sitting on a folding chair next to his gate with an acoustic guitar across his lap. I've never seen him with a guitar before, but he always has looked to me like he could play one. There was just something about his hands that told me he was a guitar player, the curve of his fingers and the way he holds his cigarettes with a musician's grace. I always found it funny that I only saw him with a harmonica in the past.
The guitar didn't look like anything special, just a shabby and beat up wooden one. I rolled down my window to try to catch what he was playing, but I couldn't hear the song over the traffic and the wind and the distance. I could barely make out the occasional melancholy stray cord that drifted across the wind into my ear.
He looked up at me and smiled just before I drove off, that kind of reassuring smile you give to someone who is worried. I don't know why he thinks I need reassuring, and I don't really want to know. Maybe I just looked sad to him becasue I have a lot on my mind. I hope that's all it is, at least.
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Date: 2006-01-30 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 06:19 pm (UTC)Unless you are talking about the ferris wheel downtown at the Aquarium? I definitely do need to ride that one. It would do me a world of good. :D
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Date: 2006-01-31 05:12 pm (UTC)Really, it's been one of those things I always wanted to do - and this guitar's full of memories for me.
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Date: 2006-01-31 04:45 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D