She's content, this girl in yellow dress.
She licks the foam off coffee cup lid; eyes closed, nostrils wide and escaping into a world inside that freckled face.
Starring outside the window as coffee steam fogs the graffiti'ed glass; dark hazel eyes scanning for a new surprise, resting her paper cup, still hot as it sways gently so.
The train rocks to a stop, but she takes no heed; for a paper bagged creamed donut takes her further into the world behind her freckled face.
Her fingers pick and break off a bite sized piece, carefully observed, enhancing her every cell: to be tantalized in something crispy sweet, her eyes forced closed in wonder of simple pleasure.
Manners hold no place in of moments of happiness, as she slides the donut further out of the bag for a bite bigger than anticipated.
She shys away, thinking herself the fool. Chewing what she can, hand held before her mouth to keep back the escaping sweet bread and thick cream from falling away into the forgotten depths of the passenger train floor.
But none shall pass, there is a persistance, there is a commitment, there is a proud sense of achievement as she finishes the mouthful.
Now with dry throat, her coffee is in need. Swapping their places, the coffee and he; she gently blows icy air to calm this hot mess.
Coffee cap on, and cooled to order, she sips through the gap in the fence, to free all anxieties.
For such a feeling is always enhanced with a check back to the window, and life moving by as you move by it; rocking away - only moving forward on that passenger train.
The donut continues to be picked on, and the coffee droughts empty, starred at in confusion to the world behind the freckled face.
She cleans her pale yellow dress, straightens her collar white, and neatens her hair; to stare back outside the window, content in a world beyond her freckled face.
The mindless ramblings of Symon M. Taylor
