when daylight darkens and the sun makes only short showings before it returns to slumber. Where leafless trees seize the skyline and a patchwork of color lay above the ground warming the trees from the impending winter.
He stood outside on the darkened street corner. A weather-beaten power pole stood slightly stooped near by. The street light haphazardly hung in the opposite direction giving off a flicker-faint white light. Behind him was a coffee shop tucked deep into the street corner with a caliginous brown exterior. The door was painted a bright turquoise but the shadow of the steel outer-door made it show gray.
The sound of the door against a small bell caught his attention. He turned to hear his name spoken softly into the hum of the early evening's commute.
There was a moment between when she spoke and when he recognized her, when time stopped.
Here between the high overpass of the trains, the bustling of people, the roar of the road, and the chill from the night’s air, was a woman of captivating beauty. Her dark hair laid tenderly on her shoulders. Her kind and warm eyes bore deeply into his without requite or regard for the delicacy of the moment. The intensity of her warmth drew him instantly.
He attempted to respond but the words failed him. He tried again. The words came out foreign but quickly regained composure; like a ship righted after a rogue gale.
As time returned to its normal pace, he turned and gave her a friendly hug. They proceeded inside.
Much much later, as the moon grew weary of its extended exposure, and the sun began its dreary-eyed ease, the man and the woman exited the coffee shop. The buzzing that had earlier filled the air was now replaced by a crisp wind and a pleasant silence.
They walked slowly to her car unable to break conversation; unable to escape the feeling that leaving this moment was not worth anything in this lifetime.
As they said their goodbyes a feeling fell over him. A feeling that he had never felt before. A feeling he only feels in her presence now.