It’s all a question of where and when. Who and how. What and why. If you could stay for moment, I’m getting the point it all started like this. I wasn’t waiting for you that day; I was sitting alone waiting for destiny. Sure at first, I thought it had gotten lost, but the wind started picking up and somehow it found me.
That day doesn’t have any specific meaning, at least not to the rest of the world and when the sky suddenly emptied, I was the only one paying attention. Perhaps that’s why destiny showed up at a street corner, surrounded by cars and people, and where in fact I was waiting. You see, destiny has a habit of showing up on random occasions, ones that at first make no sense at all. And then somehow you were there, shuffling under your outgrown hoodie, eyes on the concrete, you didn’t see me. I had been reading the newspaper with a long since forgotten process of going backwards; it was then on section 3C that you passed me. I had the fleeting sense of perfume and apricots as you walked away and I, not looking up, smiled. Our meeting, if you could call it that, lasted five seconds, one for each step you took with those brown boots. On that day they were almost new, I could tell by the hesitation as you walked. A day later and I wouldn’t have noticed the pauses that followed your footsteps. All this, when destiny found me, was covered by a broken cloud, and the rain which had been withholding its presence decided to pour.
The memory, a little soggy now, requires me to mention I was sitting under the canopy of a bus stop, and at that moment was completely dry. You on the other hand, walked by with just hood and brown boots. Soaked, as you were, I could only guess. We hadn’t met before, and after the storm ended, we still hadn’t met. Yet, somehow after five seconds of hesitating apricots I knew you. So it’s an honor that I can let you know, destiny and a storm of sorts, is what brought me here today. I don’t intend to stay, or in any way impose; I was just wondering if perhaps you still had those boots.
