Shades of blue.
This morning was one of those mornings in DC: rainy, windy. The type of morning where you arrive at work soaking wet even if you’re wearing a raincoat and using an umbrella.
I was walking to work under my blue umbrella this morning when I saw a young woman in a blue rainjacket — the same shade of blue as my umbrella — crossing the street. Her light brown hair was soaked under the hood of her blue jacket, strands running in front of her face as she waited for the light to change.
She looked up and noticed me watching her; she met my gaze.
As our paths crossed in the middle of the intersection, she flashed me a smile — the kind of smile that made the wind stand still and the rain freeze in mid-air — that felt like a ray of sunshine had just broken through the clouds to shine on me. I couldn’t just let her walk away.
I backtracked and asked if she needed an umbrella escort. She did, of course. Her name was Jackie, she preferred apple juice to orange juice (I learned at the convenience store where we stopped before heading to her office), and blue was her favorite color.
As I dropped her off at work, she smiled that same cloud-clearing and storm-stopping smile.
“See you next time it rains?”
See you next time it rains, indeed.
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