The Ramblings of a Rural Urbanite

The doors fell open.  I don't know how.  The ramps stretched to infinity and it seemed like I'd never get there.. never, through the masses.  The sun scorched down on us but it had rained and the pavement was still soaked as I ran, ran, until I was out of breath.  The doors of the hall were open and people were saying things but their words meant nothing to me as I searched the sea of upturned faces for those familiar features but I saw nothing but eyes staring straight ahead.  Blue eyes, green eyes, black eyes, all focused on the speaker.  But not the eyes I was looking for.  The door was still open, so back out, into the rain which had just started again.  I could run no longer, as I panted by the handrail, as weak and breathless as I had started out strong and steady.  I closed my eyes to shut out the rain as it fell, cold and heavy on my head and down my shoulders.  The sound of the rain on the passing cars is the only thing that greats my ears, as the water splashes and crashes its way to the subterranean tunnels that are about as cheerful as my thoughts.  And then something else.  Something irregular.  Halting footsteps.  But footsteps need not be steady to be recognized for what they are.  I open my eyes to see who this stranger is who has come into my noisy, wet world.  The eyes that I had looked for stared back at me, and for a moment... just for a moment, I avoided every raindrop on its way down.  I was as warm and dry as I had been before the storm, in my mind.  And then they were gone.