Morning in Leeds...

I don't belong in England.
Hello.. why does that sound familiar?
Waking to the reports of West Yorkshire Sports coverage is not something I had considered when signing this contract. My poor shy friend. This flat. It has served well but like gratuitous mesh stockings at a shoe store, its purpose has just about expired. Life, shoes and apartments, expiration dates.
Deadlines however, are immortal.
Today my toes crept out first, and then when my hips teetered properly over the edge of my bed I twisted in the usual back bend over stretch...morning.
I have had an argument with my soon to be history, mostly dim, flat.
The appeal of its twin east facing skinny windows. I understand my need for the ethereal glow. I am standing center position in a grey box. It is rubbish.
Tomorrow I will search for a new flat. Not today.
Today I feel a strange tinge of guilt.
I'm leaving behind a small almost empty space.
Another envelope awaits, in my constantly obedient routine.
A white envelope sits in another small corner. Waiting for me...always waiting.
For the pick-up today, I am choosing to wear pink.
Today, I am going to be lonely in crowded places, and crowded in lonely ones.
Pink today.