Forgotten Glasses


Wednesday 23 April, 2008

After several weeks in the elements the forgotten glasses are still there on the tarmac. Some actions had taken place at the expense of the glasses which might never be revealed. If only the glasses could talk.

The remaining lens had been dislodged and the frames spun around on their spot. With both arms partially open the lens rims were positioned almost like they were looking straight up at me. Otherwise, the glasses remained relatively intact, still as though they’d only just been lost.

Most mornings I’d ride through the intersection without taking much notice of the glasses, I might be hurrying to catch a green light or have my thoughts in other places. If I did happen to notice the glasses it would only be in a fleeting glance before crossing Parramatta Road, veering off into a side street and out of the peak-hour hustle and bustle.

Today though, the traffic was bumper-to bumper behind me up Liverpool Road, west up Parramatta Road and as far east down to Battle Bridge as I could see. The traffic was no doubt backed up Taverners Hill and some way into the CBD, and the lights at the intersection stayed red forever. Amid the racket of aggressive horn blowing, inching cars and truck brakes I found peace in that pair of glasses. As I looked down at them all the sharp noises blurred to a hum in the background and I think I even felt my heart rate slow down.

The person who owned the glasses must have given up hope of ever finding them. They must surely have been forgotten and replaced by now. The Sunday papers and Reader’s Digests weren’t going to read themselves, after all. Not only that, the gardens were getting out of hand and for some days the crossword book had been lost under the couch. The dust accumulating on the furniture surfaces was totally overseen until that day when the new glasses were donned, and how embarrassing – it was only yesterday that the guests were around.

The glasses’ look of hope became a look of curiosity, like they were starting to question what was happening. I was letting my imagination get away from me about who might have been behind the glasses before realising the lights had been green for several seconds; I pushed forward to hustle through as they changed to orange. These days I even find myself thinking about the glasses on approach to the intersection.

About Blair Paterson

Blair grew up and lives in Sydney’s Inner West. He first realised a love of nature and the outdoors during weekends and holidays with his family on the Hawkesbury River. From humble childhood pastimes building billycarts and tree houses to spending large chunks of time in the bush, Blair now embarks on outdoor pursuits whenever and however possible – by foot, kayak, bicycle or other. He has worked in Environmental Management and currently Outdoor Education. Some of his fondest travels to date have been around Australia and through the Indian Himalayas.
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