Looking out an open window....
The sun was slowly reaching it's apex in the sky. The carwash was a flurry of suds, water and the sounds of vehicles being pressure washed. The blasts of water created a varying range of tones as it pounded against different car parts. Somewhere the sounds of reggae drifted out of a small radio. The scent of window cleaner and wet pavement were carried in slight whiffs by the breeze as the attendants scrambled like overgrown ants around the line of vehicles. The breeze was being fussy, unable to decide a direction as it idly wound around cars, people and trees, as if trying to touch everything and be every where all at once.
A man sought refuge from the glaring sunshine under the gently swaying fronds of a coconut palm, unlit cigatette dangling from his lips. His greying hair was occassionaly caressed by the fickle breeze. It tussled his hair gently, drying the beads of sweat on his broad forehead. He turned his back to the breeze, shoulders hunched as he dug a lighter from the front pocket of his shirt and lit the still dangling cigarette. He drew a long breath and slowly let the smoke escpae his parted lips. He returned the lighter to the pocket of his short sleeved sport shirt colored in a variety of mottled browns and beige tones.He absently rubbed the palm of his hands up and down the thighs of his worn , sun bleached jeans as he gazed, unseeingly, at some distant point.
The swaying palm fronds cast mottled clusters of light along his mahogany coloured skin, dancing across his features, brow heavily creased with time, sunken cheeks and a slightly bulbous nose. His lips were thin and his chin and jaw line firm. The dappled sunshine cast a glint in eyes deeply set under bottle brush eyebrows the color of pewter. His gaze focused and surveyed his surroundings. He drew another long pull from the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under the toe of his worn tennis shoe. He slowly ambled back to where a line of cars waited to be washed.
The sun was slowly reaching it's apex in the sky. The carwash was a flurry of suds, water and the sounds of vehicles being pressure washed. The blasts of water created a varying range of tones as it pounded against different car parts. Somewhere the sounds of reggae drifted out of a small radio. The scent of window cleaner and wet pavement were carried in slight whiffs by the breeze as the attendants scrambled like overgrown ants around the line of vehicles. The breeze was being fussy, unable to decide a direction as it idly wound around cars, people and trees, as if trying to touch everything and be every where all at once.
A man sought refuge from the glaring sunshine under the gently swaying fronds of a coconut palm, unlit cigatette dangling from his lips. His greying hair was occassionaly caressed by the fickle breeze. It tussled his hair gently, drying the beads of sweat on his broad forehead. He turned his back to the breeze, shoulders hunched as he dug a lighter from the front pocket of his shirt and lit the still dangling cigarette. He drew a long breath and slowly let the smoke escpae his parted lips. He returned the lighter to the pocket of his short sleeved sport shirt colored in a variety of mottled browns and beige tones.He absently rubbed the palm of his hands up and down the thighs of his worn , sun bleached jeans as he gazed, unseeingly, at some distant point.
The swaying palm fronds cast mottled clusters of light along his mahogany coloured skin, dancing across his features, brow heavily creased with time, sunken cheeks and a slightly bulbous nose. His lips were thin and his chin and jaw line firm. The dappled sunshine cast a glint in eyes deeply set under bottle brush eyebrows the color of pewter. His gaze focused and surveyed his surroundings. He drew another long pull from the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it under the toe of his worn tennis shoe. He slowly ambled back to where a line of cars waited to be washed.
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