She comes in a dress of yellow, shining even in the light of dawn. Her movement, hurried, as though her life depended on her tardiness. My imagination flashed. Dress equates non-school associations. Ideas cropped up. Job? No. Playing hooky? No. Racial Harmony Day? Could be. I can only gaze as she passes, me unnoticed. She disappears as fast as her arrival. I could only whisper a hello, before ending my one sided greeting with a silent goodbye. My beloved friend, how I wished to again share a short company of u. Alas, a meeting would only stall u from the whirlwinds of your own life. However, the day was young. I spent the next 11 hrs at the theatre, performing passions of the uncouthed. As I walked home, I met a girl, common to me though we've never met. I had seen her many a times before. Awaiting the green man to light the way at the junction, she crosses my path a moment still in the red, as we crossed at the junction, brushing me a whiff of her scent. Artificial though, light chemicals from her shampoo or conditioner, I would never know. None the less, a treat to my tired senses. Its funny that people rush and lose what the simple things in life they had held dear before. By the way, tomorrow's a day to make or break. May god be with us.