Some days, my imagination dulled by the office, I meander toards the subway in an insulated malaise. Not exactly depressed, but far from chirpy. I sit on a plastic seat and dig out my book, because a little escapism seems like a good idea. Then BAM! something catches my eye, and my imagination, and my spirits are dragged along for the ride, because something unusual has cropped up. It doesn't have to be exciting, just..unusual.
Today it was lolling orange in my peripheral vision. A girl further along the carriage was wearing rubber rain boots with a heiroglyphic motif.
Egyptian Wellingtons.
What a delicious pair of words to say.
Egyptian Wellingtons.
What an absurdly brilliant thing. The modern incarnation of waterproof footwear named for an Irish-born general, decorated with the funereal friezes of long dead African kings...on the feet of a girl in a train under the ground under a city in a country...
That little spark of the unusual catches the tinder of my perception and all of that grey sackcloth feeling of accepting familiarity burns away and the world can be and is a magical place again.
Egyptian Wellingtons.
It just rolls off the tongue.
Egyptian wellingtons? Heh. Makes me want to get the paint pot out and decorate my dog walking wellies.
I can't put my finger on why I like this post so much. Those two words brought a smile to my face, literally. For whatever reason, it was needed today. :)