28 September, 2005

Briefly Uncovered

The weather is fine. I've finished a gig that seemed endless. Traffic backup permits makeup removal. Pulling my striped top off in favor of a solid black one, I let cool evening air wash over my skin. The plain top lies in the seat beside me for about half a mile. Topless, me?


I'm still wearing a hat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow.. I always get a bit freaked out at the thought that there are actually other Cybeles in the world. I'm so used to being the only one for miles and miles.. But you seem pretty cool so I guess you have my approval:)