It is afternoon and I complete my work early.
All the blocks of green on my electronic calendar have collapsed into thin slivers, cheerful reminders of tasks turned away.
I try not to look ahead to the next day. Now is enough.
I will go out for a walk, to get some coffee.
It is chilly.
The sun shines distantly.
I begin to cross the path of a parked bus. The engine churns, pulsating against the asphalt.
I scan warily around the corner to search out racing cars.
One of my deep fears is being hit by a car.
My gaze focuses to my left.
A flash. A burst of movement. Toward me, straight ahead on the crosswalk. My heart pounds. Everything telescopes. Eyes. At first I only see wide eyes flashing. A smile, open and round. Waving hands, twirling. A young woman. My pulse rushes. The distance between us nearly collapsed. I vaguely recognize her. I think I do. Someone I used to trust but no longer see. Is that smile for me? Her eyes dart past, her stare focused further in the distance. I've affixed a smile on my face, anticipating some meeting.
But it is not for me,
She is racing
to catch the bus.