You reminded me of something that just happened just last week; I woke exceptionally late to meet a friend for drinks and when we were done we walked outside the bar and noticed the sky looked rather bleak; she wasn’t one to say goodnight and instead kissed me on the cheek as if to say until the next time we speak.

And just then as I put one foot in front of the other, I felt fear compounded, a year’s worth in just a second; there was every reason to be afraid, the sky was no longer under mother’s control; the sun rescinded behind the horizon and clouds like dying embers in their own retreat; it was the dark condescending the light which left a melody in which we lacked the motion to move too.

A voice casually said it’s this or the apocalypse but the only thing on my mind was her scent as she walked away scantily clad with a swagger in her hips; here I was amidst the morning before normal waking in a new reality trying to commit it all to paper, trying to find the grips to lift this thought process before it turns and floats away as a vapor.

Nary a place in my head of which I could make it my destination or a hand to the voice for which I can wait to sweep me up and just then that’s when I saw the girl in the red summer dress standing at the edge of my bitter end; the last scenes filmed in a room all alone, her head down for sakes of discernment over the waiting unknown.

She was the catwalk wonder and the whispers of judgmental eyes pushed her through the clouds clinging onto a determination; she carried a camera everywhere she went to capture the hesitation burning through your eyes when you feel her apprehension of her decision to function on the underlying subjective of capturing the perfect mixture of beauty descending, hitting the bottom and it’s collision.

When all was said and done and the moment now gone when time stopped and there she stood like a vision, sunlight through the rain; checked, I was all wet and she went down; the camera makes the same sound even with the lens cap left on.