Yesterday as I emerged from an audition in Surry Hills, I had one of those go-slo moments.
A woman on Marlborough Street walked past me (and I past her now that I meditate upon it) and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Looking every inch of her many and hard years (she must easily have been in her mid seventies and still full of breast) I was gobsmacked by her garb; a soaked through grey ACDC t-shirt and billowing, shapeless skirt. In truth, a Spring downpour helped leave nothing to the imagination regarding her ample balcon. But it was her smile that did it for me. It nailed something. An epoch. A lifetime. A war filled with memory. A triumph. A rare win after too many knockouts. A "Yes it may not be a wonderful life but it's a lovely moment" nuclear second.
That fucking smile. Not beatific. Not anything that makes one want to reach for a dictionary, in fact. Just... Complete.
Thank you, m'lady, for reminding me that even failing has its moments.
Another Girl Another Planet
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