for noel

20 07 2007

The door squeaks a little and my shoes make that noise that they always do on ceramic as I stride towards the elevator.  The lobby is always a little warmer than my apartment.  I exhale as I hit the down arrow on the wall and wait as the lift travels to the fourteenth floor from the lobby.  The elevator dings as the doors open.  I hit ‘G’ and watch myself in the mirror as I travel down.  I stare at the ceiling at the narrow mirror there and wonder again if there are cameras in the elevators.  I can’t see them.

The red button on the wall unlocks the door and the wall of humidity hits me as I walk outside.  Sand covers the walk in places, drifting from the near desert to the developed streets.  My car has a film of dust, sand whipped by the wind, drifting across the open expanse of wilderness, tamed only by groups of migrant workers.  The sand floats over the small desert bushes, the labor camps where the bodies are together like green beans in a can, and then over the edge of civilization.  It flies slowly, in a cloud like locusts.  It comes to rest on my car, parked along the side street.

The lights flash as I hit unlock.  The dash tells me it’s 44 C and I quickly start the car and the A/C washes over me like a flood.  I cut into the street, heading for the round about.

The three radio stations in English bore me.  I listen instead for flowery descriptions of Dubai.

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5 responses

22 07 2007
noel

I am appeased.

3 08 2007
Allison

When I got in my car this morning, the dash told me it was 101 F. Not quite 44 C, but close.

3 08 2007
Allison

Also. Do you like wordpress? I’m thinking about starting a new blog (I HATE the name of my xanga… sunflower2457 is so blah and unoriginal) and am open to other, non-xanga sites!

7 08 2007
Jennifer

I’m glad you’re writing here again.

19 06 2008
Bamako

Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation :) Anyway … nice blog to visit.

cheers, Bamako.

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