At the Mega Bangna mall again, stoned and feeling grateful. A few trips to the health stores and some late afternoon yoga are all that’s on the agenda.
As I was entering the mall, I passed a woman walking with her mother. The mother was probably in her sixties, but she carried herself with a great deal of delicacy and femininity.
The daughter was lovely, but looked tired. I think to myself all the time about how tired I am, but nobody is tired the way a mother is tired.
Two or three meters behind the mother-daughter duo was a man rolling in an electric scooter. Time seemed to have weighed more heavily on him, as his his graying skin and liver spots revealed. He seemed content to roll on his own, allowing the gals their time.
What a privilege it would be! For me to one day be rolling behind my daughter and her aged mother! To behold a life truly complete!
Shit, dude, I’m starting to tear up in the middle of this coffee shop.
I guess that’s all for now. I’m going to wander around and be alone with my thoughts.