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.
.
