then it didn't seem to want to end.
It kept fading away under the warmth of the sun,
then charging back in to blanket us with white.
Today the sun was brighter than expected,
the tinted glass weakly shielding my eyes against it;
the wind was colder than expected,
my light fleece jacket failing to intercept it
before contact with my pale, hidden skin.
The sky was bluer than expected,
no clouds to mar its completeness.
My walk along the busy road was muffled –
music came between the whoosh of passing cars
the rumble of halting trucks
and my ears;
and my ears;
the world was blurred around the edges,
since I'd left my glasses on my desk.
I was cocooned in my own thoughts,
bobbing along the shoulder;
you were there.
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