Because the car-wash service Is running off their feet Collection for me is expected Only in three hours, so I walk down the street Turn the corner to take myself On this greyish November day For a cup of tea at a cozy cafe With brick walls and wooden floor. Afterwards I cross the road to the Local park where a football game's Just kicked off -- parents Cheering them on from the sidelines -- Before a row of shops some hundred metres Away catches my eye. I try on an orange halter-neck Linen dress, the tie on the nape Flowing down the bareness of my back. I take it to the checkout counter, then Drop in at the next-door bookshop that's Decked out with a Wreath, Christmas lights and tree. A mother and daughter are buying For a new-Hemingway fan Loading their basket with A Moveable Feast, For Whom the Bells Toll, The Complete Short Stories. Leaving I stop for lunch At a Tokyo-style hole-in-the-wall sushi joint A noren half-curtain across the entrance As I sit perched on a high chair Facing the chef. When I am driving home In my sparkling car I think to myself: Freedom has never tasted Sweeter than it does today.