On the Street xii

Smiles become tight lips

Breaths held, sentences halted

Nothing to hear here

~

n.b. At first I thought this phenomena may be an unsociable characteristic of city life, but realised it is a new courtesy amongst the unmasked, a show of respect for passing fellow pedestrians with white hair; not breathing out, postponing the moment of exhalation until some random old boy has safely passed by.

~

08/10/2020

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité