2004-12-24
Christmas Eve Throught Vacant Eyes...
Ah the last minute shopper. Trudging through the dirty slush and pushing through the noisy crowds. A scrap of conversation here, a whiff of perfume there. Frowns and crying babies. Love and Christmas cheer smashed underneath the rushing feet of the greedy, materialistic crowd.
Then quiet girl with dreamy look and secret smile...
Swept on the tidal wave with presents to wrap and floors to clean and baking and and and...
Hmm? Were you speaking to me?