face in the crowd
"There she was sitting at the cafe. At her favorite spot, next to the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. It was raining outside and the day was becoming night as Eric Clapton sang about tears in heaven. She looked at people crossing the street, holding hands, walking, talking, laughing, stopping, looking - all the normal pedestrian things. She was looking, watching. Then she saw him. A familiar face emerges from the crowd. He looked through the window, waving to her, signalling his arrival. And she laughed at the thought that she too was being watched as she watched the world go by. She was sitting there - being watched."
- thoughts at midlevels (2004)-
- thoughts at midlevels (2004)-