I first saw you in a corridor. A corridor high in a building. Built on a hillside. It was late in the day and the sun was bright. You were heading west. Silhouetted against a window. Rays of light surrounded you. Walking west away from me. As I watched the drums started in my head. The beat amplified by blinding light from a west facing window. Frozen for a moment, yet sometimes, oftentimes, you are still there, even now. The drums beating in my head. A rhythm that has remained. I saw your long straight hair. I remember your clothes and your smell. And I remember fleetingly a face. You turned and looked east. Two faces fleetingly facing the future.