Rena, just like the fallin’ rain.
June 23rd, 2011
I was sitting on the red line, coming home from a mobile development meetup, when a beautiful woman walked on the train. She was older with dark, smooth skin, a lovely albeit crooked smile, and thick hair all the way down to her hips. I was listening closely as she talked with the companion at her side and others she happened to know in the train car. Every now and then I’d look up and do my best not to stare. All I could see was her eyes, her smile, her hair.
The train malfunctioned twice and finally stopped at Wilson to run express all the way to Jarvis. I got off, she got off, nearly the entire train got off to wait for the next.
I approached her, nervously, and said “I can’t stop staring at your hair. I wish I could grow mine that long.”
She smiled and her laughter sounded like music. Her voice was like a waking dream. “It’s amazing what extensions can do,” she said.
We talked a little and found we both work in web. She battled Joomla! everyday, and I asked how long it takes to get the extensions out of her hair.
“Sometimes all day. Eight hours.”
The next train came, and I rode a few more stops to Berwyn. When I was getting off, she asked my name.
“I’m Rena,” she said, “Just like the fallin’ rain.”
I only thought of her hair.
