Cairo: and a tale of skimming the surface
Do you ever wonder about the people you never really meet?
Just a nod in the elevator
a smile in the street
a thank you on the phone.
Just a chance hi and goodbye.
And that's all, really. Yes, that's all, forever.
All the mised encounters
All the missed connections.
All the missed somethings with meaning.
The memories you never had and the jokes you never shared, because you never had a chance to, well, begin.
And it's sad, really. It's sad to think
that we might always be strangers, as if that was, as if that could ever be...... enough.
Cairo: and a tale of gold colored glasses
I’m trying not to dwell on
the unnecessary hurts.
the unexplained delays
the unreasonable demands
No, instead, I’m choosing to believe that
all that glitters is, well, gold.
Because then maybe it really will be.
Thinking positive thoughts in Cairo and hoping it will all work out.
Images I took on Al Moaz Street.
Cairo: and a tale {or a lesson} of blown glass
We're here for such a short period of time.
Best to shine
best to gleam
best to sparkle.
Best to live life in full color.
Let's do that, you and me, today.
Glasses in the Khan el Khalili in Cairo. The turquoise ones are coming home with me to Peacock Pavilions.