There was a certain effect of events that day which stopped me in my path to the woman with a spiritless expression. Woven through every step I took apathetically through life and its mundane demeanour led me to a place I wouldn't typically find myself. There was a wall between us. Her narrow-vision to her phone and my absently put together work pants hanging large on my small frame. I would never know her, she would never know me. We both actively avoided eye contact, evading any source of connection or worse, empathy. I never believed fate was an agent nor truly thought much about time, frankly I didn't find there was a point. Each day would be the same either way for years and years till you age and die. Life felt pointless but not to the point it was not worth living. A strange limbo of happy highlights of white consisting of black coffee and my cat Parsley. Simple and understandable is all it needed to be, shades of grey. As soon as you begin to feel, the world seems almost too colourful, the saturation hitting like unwanted sun in the morning. I always preferred the blinds drawn. I recall this day, vividly her scarlet red coat sweeping in the wind. I typically did not take notice of colour but it was this one day something seemed off about the environment of the grey coloured reality. Here stood a woman whom piqued my interest after floating through the years. The shocking saturation brought me back to earth, it was unsettling. Fate, predestination, I would grasp at any empty handed concept to define and understand what in my life changed that day. A plagued sight of knowing too much. Grounded in a coloured world I could not escape.
