the cleaning lady
Oct. 31st, 2014 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cloudbankstoday is gray, she thinks.
the cold morning air hits her in bursts as they pass through the front door. lavender has overwhelmed the hallways.
as she mops, she is grateful for the small things: mrs. lawson's cocker spaniel. the man with the guitar on the seventeenth floor. hats decorated with silk ribbons and cloth flowers hidden away in pink-and-white striped boxes that are lovingly unwrapped from their tissue paper every sunday. the shades of red in autumn leaves. coriander. almonds, and the crunch that accompanies eating them.
elevators ascend. she stays.
the cold morning air hits her in bursts as they pass through the front door. lavender has overwhelmed the hallways.
as she mops, she is grateful for the small things: mrs. lawson's cocker spaniel. the man with the guitar on the seventeenth floor. hats decorated with silk ribbons and cloth flowers hidden away in pink-and-white striped boxes that are lovingly unwrapped from their tissue paper every sunday. the shades of red in autumn leaves. coriander. almonds, and the crunch that accompanies eating them.
elevators ascend. she stays.
