There’s a bird up in a tree sitting up high
The
pool at the rooftop level is open again after some renovations where
they had switched it to use salt instead of chlorine to clean the
water. Now if they only made the hot tub work again. It was so warm in
the apartment today, with all the direct spring sunlight and all, that
I decided to go take a little dip to cool down.
For the past week or so whenever I have gone up to the roof level gym to exercise on the treadmill, there has been a woman sitting in the center hall that connects the various parts (pool, gym, TV room, billiard room, banquet hall) to each other. She is approximately thirty years old, slightly sad-looking, and she gives out this general feeling like she is waiting for somebody. She sometimes has a book with her that she reads.
After my refreshing swim, she was still there. As I was waiting for the elevator, a young woman who had been exercising in the gym came out at the same time. She looked a bit like Angie Harmon. As we were waiting for the elevator, she quietly asked me if I knew that woman, and I shook my head no. The elevator arrived and we stepped into it, and after the door closed, I said that I don't know what the story is there. The young woman said that she thinks that she must be a homeless person living there, since she is always wearing the same clothes and carries those four small bags with her. This is quite possible, certainly more likely than my earlier hypothesis that she is a ghost, doomed to wait for an eternity for something that will never arrive, maybe a lover. There is a sad human interest story for every light on Burnhamthorpe, as the song says. We'll see what happens.
For the past week or so whenever I have gone up to the roof level gym to exercise on the treadmill, there has been a woman sitting in the center hall that connects the various parts (pool, gym, TV room, billiard room, banquet hall) to each other. She is approximately thirty years old, slightly sad-looking, and she gives out this general feeling like she is waiting for somebody. She sometimes has a book with her that she reads.
After my refreshing swim, she was still there. As I was waiting for the elevator, a young woman who had been exercising in the gym came out at the same time. She looked a bit like Angie Harmon. As we were waiting for the elevator, she quietly asked me if I knew that woman, and I shook my head no. The elevator arrived and we stepped into it, and after the door closed, I said that I don't know what the story is there. The young woman said that she thinks that she must be a homeless person living there, since she is always wearing the same clothes and carries those four small bags with her. This is quite possible, certainly more likely than my earlier hypothesis that she is a ghost, doomed to wait for an eternity for something that will never arrive, maybe a lover. There is a sad human interest story for every light on Burnhamthorpe, as the song says. We'll see what happens.
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