Closing my eyes and sinking into sleep, the brightest flare-flash to my right near-blinding in its golden-white of dawn rising early morning from a person’s form interupting with a shadow briefly passing and then retracting in front of it.
Turning away from the first randomly chosen house’s pathway leading from sidewalk to door to my left that I was about to knock upon, I look right and see you walking toward me, your hands deep into pockets with eyes to ground.
As awareness expands, you look up, and then our eyes meet.
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