Saturday, October 06, 2007

coffee no. 128

On the empty street I follow an old lady dressed in pink. She walks quite slowly, so I have an opportunity to look at every detail of her look. Her skirt, coat, scarf, shoes, tights, purse, fingernails and earrings are pink. Even her almost white hair has the pinkish tint. She makes me smile and immediatement I start thinking about her *pink* life. Is her appartament pink, too? The soap, towels and toilet paper in the bathroom, sheets and walls in the bedroom, plates, pots and furniture in the kitchen? Does she like sweets?
But the craziest of these questions is: what colour is her underwear???