The Gift

There went Thursday for being under the weather. It sure feels good to be in the pink again after the reasonably long rest. I come to remember that the generous gift from my neighbour is still in its box. I decide to take them out to see the sun today, so I try to put them on. They fit my feet nicely, which then raises my suspicion. She must have ascertained my shoe size on the sly beforehand. Moving a couple of steps ahead from the building in the new pair of sneakers, I tramp the pavement under the delicate morning sun. The traffic is rather light at this hour, resulting in fresher air to breathe and lesser noise pollution. I catch a glimpse of a passenger reading in a moving bus, and the library comes to mind. Maybe I should make a visit to check if Ms. Tuesday has left me a reply letter. In actual fact, it is more likely an excuse for my impatience that is kicking in.