I only know the time before her, the time of her and the time after her. The time of the dark, the time of sunshine and the time of infinite drizzle.
I sit and watch you, the people who pass me by. You who still live in your dark or your sun. I see your world through one-way glass and I see one who walks among you, yet who sees you from the same side of the glass as I do. We nod to each other across our shared world. We are two human-shaped spaces in the sky of drizzle who know what we are.