Ezekiel's Daughter

I am sitting in the same row as before but closer to the front.  There is actually a man with HIS computer and various books spread out on the desk around him.  He is not so involved that he looked up as I searched for an appropriate table.  By the window and yet not to close to him.  I am very American in that I don’t like being too close to people.  No invitation to talk, please.  I only glanced at him.  Could I describe him?  Not well.  Black, dressed in some type of black top--a t-shirt perhaps.  Close cropped hair.  Brown skin.   Black laptop.  Plugged into the wall strip as my PC is.  Books and maybe notebook on the table.  I am so tempted to get up and browse the shelves to see how close I am.  I sat up and watched spy shows (MI-5 from the BBC), so that may be why I am wondering how accurate my senses are.

Outside, another cloudy day.  The local weather is returning to form as we got rain every afternoon last week.  Often quite sudden.  So we have at present, a few dark grey clouds racing below higher light grey clouds.  But we can also see heavy white cumulus clouds, blue sky and sunshine.  The light is mainly subdued.

Before me now, a somewhat bored teen.  He stumbled to the desk in front me, spread his hands over the desk and leaned forward so that his chin rested between his arms.  After sitting in this uncomfortable position for a while, he got up and picked up one of the oversize books from a nearby shelf and started flipping through the pictures.  Same book for the last few minutes so perhaps the book and location was not as random as I initially assumed.  Indeed, the flipping of pages has slowed and he appears to be actually interested in whatever he picked.

Rain finally, after the dark grey cloud became lighter and less threatening, interesting enough.  Thunder.  Still blue sky over my right shoulder and to the east.  Teen gone after reshelving the book.  Heavy, drenching rain falling almost straight down.  No wind to push it out of the vertical. To my left, rain skates of the slate roof.

Exercises in description: Seen today.....

Two blocks away, I see an fearful elderly man cross the street.  At first, I think that he is homeless or at least quite poor.  He is walking with one aluminum crutch that is designed to work as one of a pair.  The crutch looks like one of those given to people who have broken their leg, but he is using it as an old man might use a cane.  Sometimes, he inexpertly tucks it beneath one arm as he perches on the median and waits for the widest distance between cars to cross.  When he is closer, I can see that his grey pants are clean and pressed to the point where they have a front crease.  However, his plaid shirt in no way matches the grey pants.  That green plaid shirt is long sleeved--much too  warm for a New Orleans summer day--and is tucked into the left side of his neat pants and pulled out on his right side.  Maybe he is not coming from the train station as I assumed.  Maybe he is coming from the temporary location of the Veterans hospital--wherever that is.  Perhaps a glance at his shoes might have decided me about his status.  However, the traffic light changed and I was away.