coin de ciel

It's only a one-room apartment. One bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, two toilets and a verandah. The verandah looks down on the belly of the apartment complex. A blue swimming pool stands still, swimmers sometimes sending ripples through it. The apartment is on the top floor, so a patch of sky is available. No skyline though, no horizons to see the sun appear or disappear. Guests come on weekends sometimes. On weekdays, the television is always on. She walks around the apartments. There is a path that goes all around it. She walks and feels free. The everyday comings and goings are not for her now. She gets to walk and watch only sometimes. Who knew being able to walk and watch could mean something. The taxi drivers haggled, the buses were too full, the roads dirty, her co-travellers sweaty, the lanes unsafe. Yet, they all freed her from seeing the same walls for too long every day.