I saw her walk out of a coffee
shop, light rain was falling. Her left hand held a cup but her right hand held another’s.
I saw her walking with her man and she looked happy which confused how I should
feel. Laminated by the rain a tan pea coat rested on his broad shoulder and
followed his arm to meet a brown leather glove. From the bottom of his coat
came a light grey trouser leg culminating at a brown leather brogue. He was
well dressed. Black stubble lay across his cheek and mouth complimenting his
jaw. His jaw hung very slightly open as he seemed to watch her speak with a
smile hinted on his strong face. She was speaking quickly as if excited,
raising her cup with her accents every few words. They walked as one and were
only divided by puddles of rain water where they would extend both their arms
and walk either side of the water before pulling themselves together again
until their hands fell comfortably between them. Just before they reached a
crossing they walked around another puddle and they extended their arms and
walked either side, when pulling themselves back together he broke their grasp
and rose his arm and put it around her neck so his forearm lay beside her cheek
and he pulled her in and kissed her.
The stream of traffic separated
us. The light signal changed and I walked across the road and stood where they
had. They were way down the road but I could still see his head over the crowd,
turned and conversing. His height was superior to mine, my head would have been
submerged many seconds ago. My feet were cold where the street water had crept
in through the cracks of my sole and dampened my socks. I stood still but the
city moved around me unrelenting with its pace.