Circling the block...

Circling the block...

The traffic signal had been green for less than 10 seconds, but her taillights stayed red through the last 3 cycles. Green, yellow, red, green, yellow, red, green, yellow, red, and green. Silent and gridlocked without another car in sight. She reached across my lap to open the door, avoiding touch like playing Operation with fresh batteries, surrounded by upright dominoes just waiting to be knocked over. I was inclined to interrupt her arm's course but I knew my grasp would only be avoided with ninja like skill. She pulled the handle with grace, and pushed with power. The now open portal allowed for escape, and I knew I needed to seize the opportunity. As I stepped to the pavement my ankle rolled, not enough to sprain, but enough to distract me momentarily from the night's events. I regained my bearings just in time for the brisk, dark air to encase my whole body. I turned just in time to watch the ruby red disappear from the taillights and reappear on the stoplight, setting the car in motion to break the law. As I watched her pull away a chill without goose bumps struck deep, and the pouring rain wasn't going to help our state of affairs. Almost immediately, the drench soaked through to my skin adding, even more, to an uncomfortable situation. I made my way to the sidewalk, unsure of exactly what just happened, and hoped the rain would just wash this day off. I kneeled to the curb, and even with opposable thumbs, a bit of DE-evolution was finally realized. Maybe she's right, I show only what I want to show, and feel only what I want to feel. But if it only means walking home on a cold, dark, rainy night then so be it. Or maybe the headlights coming this way means she was only circling the block...