She walked past me today. It was snowing. My shoes could barely find a naked patch of cement. The snowflakes clumped together and landed on my borrowed jacket. As the wind blew the snow in my direction, I lowered my head into my jacket in order to keep my glasses from getting wet.
And then it happened.
I looked up, and there she was. Head buried in her black jacket, arms in her pockets, eyes fixed at the ground. I could tell she wasn’t enjoying the weather. My heart sank but my pace quickened. Should I say something? Hello, perhaps? Would she still remember me? There she was, walking briskly to get out of the cold. And yet, for a brief moment, I saw something in her eyes – a glance that revealed despair, maybe disappointment, if anything. But maybe it was just the snow and gusty breeze coming towards her. I buried my head and looked away. She walked right past me.
1 comment:
How poetic, I thought this was a song.
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