14 December 2012
...and as the rain poured around me, I glimpsed her. At the other end of the near-deserted street, spinning absent-mindedly around a lamppost, the light reflecting off her hair.
I moved closer, and she then noticed me. She smiled, and looked at me curiously. It was hard to see in the dim light of the street lamp.
Then the moon, previously hidden beneath a blanket of charcoal clouds, appeared, shining silver light over us.
Her delicate features seemed all the more striking. Her eyes, normally dull brown-green, seemed more alive than I'd ever seen them.
Her hair, normally chocolate brown, was now a deep, rich, almost black colour, wet with the thick-falling rain, droplets crowning her head like a string of jewels, reflecting the moons white light.
Even her shadow seemed alive, radiant, magnificent;
Electric.
Electric • Opuss № I