The other week I was meeting a couple of friends for breakfast at Sibling, which happens to be the top of my list for cafes right now. I was a little further along Gilles St, and as I was parking I saw Liz walking towards the open doors smiling. She hadn’t seen me, she was just going about her morning looking beautiful. She had sunnies on and pink pants, and that fresh Saturday morning look and feel, before the day has got away with you and you’re feeling late or sweaty or just less-than. Lippy all in place, and a confident stride on a bright morning.
There’s something I love about seeing friends before they see me, catching a glimpse of them in the wild. I think we all look and feel different in those moments when we’re alone, whether it be on the street or the bus, walking into the bar and taking sunglasses off, looking out across the room. Our purpose has shifted, and it isn’t that we’re guarded, we just present differently as a person in the world when we’re going about our day, not ‘on’ yet. Certainly different than we all presented about half an hour later, three grown women giggling hysterically, slamming lattes and talking about sex and eggs on toast.