“Late one night we were walking and-

-you told me there was a spot-light above our heads.”

That the cracked sidewalk we stood upon was a stage. You left my warm hand to turn and face the road. An audience of debris sat in the orchestra section of the curb. The general seating was filled with pools of reflections. Lit apartments and offices, their illuminations split into two worlds, shimmering in the dark theatre of the city night.

You began to dance. The sound of your light feet, a show tune. The mannerisms upon your face, an actor. I asked you, “Who are you playing?”

“Gene Kelly.” You told me, and I could smell the rain.

You hummed the tune and laughed when you said, “I don’t know the words.”

I laughed in reply, “I don’t know the steps.”

So you grab my hand and lead us out from under the spotlight, to stand atop stars rippling underneath us, twinkling above us, captured in the look of us. You began to hum as I began to sing, “Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo…”

A twist from the center, and a twirl back. I concentrate on words to escape the blushing, the fumbling, the eyes of stars looking back at me. “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain-” The dance goes on to the tune of whispered words.

The song ends and we remain upon the center divide- both waiting for the request for an encore. The city speaks its low growl and distant wails.

We move on, humming the final words as our feet patter in the puddles of past rain,

Late One Night We Were Walking Back Together And
by PascalCampion
Digital Art / Drawings & Paintings / Illustrations / Storybook©2017 PascalCampion

 

I read the title of PascalCampion image and knew I had to finish the sentence. I hope you enjoyed it. If it is raining where ever you might be, I hope you have someone to enjoy it with.