Observations

[floweranza]

My friend sits with his spine in a gentle curve. The plaid cloth of the shirt spreads upon the broad shoulders, like a blanket for a bed. Encompassing. His arms lie folded upon the desk. Hands, usually quick, are relaxed and clasped, fingers loosely curled into fists. His head rests on his arms, and his face is turned away from me - no matter, it is warm even in sleep. The curve leads to the back of neck, the spot where all human beings seem soft, young and vulnerable. My friend sits with his spine in a gentle curve: tension.

My other friend sits with his spine ram-rod straight. The thin fabric of the shirt fits the slender frame - it bunches at the shoulders, like blankets kicked to the side. Hands, so very quick and long and slim-fingered, are flying through the air, wild and showy airplanes. He sits behind me, but I can see his face in my mind. Eager and selfish, somewhat. His eyes are widely open. The straight spine leads to the high head with the expressions on the other side. My other friend sits with his spine ram-rod straight: ease in self-delusion.