in the cards

i'm drinking straight gin, as if it's tea, from a small cup with a handle that you might imagine in the hands of an english woman sitting on a pavilion at an afternoon game of cricket in Colonial India. Sat in the shade of course, because only mad dogs and English MEN go out in that midday sun.

i hear the sound of drums, like a heartbeat coming from somewhere within this inner city apartment building. at last I am beginning to see signs of life. voices and the sound of traffic from outside remind me that the suburban life in old browntown is becoming a past memory.change always brings with it the fear of the unknown. fear and excitement are the same thing. yes, you read a book about that once.

and so it seems, change is once again in the cards.