We were a hodgepodge group, wandering the three rooms aimlessly. In the kitchen we fidgeted. At the reception we milled. By the boardroom we shuddered. That confined space flared tempers, harshed words, lost selves. Everywhere one turns, someone else is watching. Watching you watching another watching me. Watching for the familiar. Watching for the unknown. Watching in wonder. Watching for dusk to cede to the moon. Watching for dawn to bestow the sun. Watching in doubt.
Eventually, it was the hollowness in their eyes that got to me.