men who love their wives

The morning had started bad... No energy - no lust.
three minutes extra on the pillow was stolen - as if they made any difference. The shower was taken with closed eyes and the coffee had no effect on weak limbs. Actually a few moments got lost on the way to work when the eyes closed in a desperate effort to regain strenght and energy. Normally mornings are filled with silence. Even in the crowd. The common haze of the crowd lies in thick layers between strangers on the bus and the mutual understanding of the morning blues turns the conversations on to a level of whispers. Sometimes the odd music of a neighbourgh breaks through the headphones and fills the silence for a moment with unknown words and melody. Sometimes someone brush up against each other incidentially and leave the air hanging with low excuses and the scraping sound of raincoat agains raincoat. everybody close their eyes for a minute and loose or gain a moment more of the dream they left behind.

Its the same every morning. The fog surrounds the routine, the dream comes to an end at the halt of the bus. But today something breaks throught the air as if no respect were paid to silence. The loud voices of two men who has left the wifes they love at home, because no two men who does't love their wives can laugh with the easiness of these two. They giggle as if they were 13 and just realised the wonders of oversized breasts and wine in small bottles. Never were such laughter heard so early. The bus turns its head, as if the line of drowsy morning people wear remotely controlled and laughter was the trigger. The men do not notice. They were shiny shoes and uncurled shirts. They have briefcases and if they closed their mouthes and looked down they would resemble men to recent for their shallowness. The mood in the bus turn, heads turn, eyes shine and someone says hello to an old aqauitaned he refused to acknowledge the presence of just a second ago. Someone opens their eyes and find it pleasent to escape a dream for the the vivid experience of presence, of being present.

I smile as I go off, actually I giggle a little. ¨
And so, as the rain pours down and I cannot leave the office till its stoppes - I still giggle. Just a little giggle at the thought of men who love their wives.