Sudden Sunday

Darwin slides out the curb side of his Uber bracing against the deepening storm as he chastises himself for foolishly thinking time and distance would allow him to remember cold rain blowing off Lake Michigan with fond nostalgia. He runs across the wet sidewalk past the door held open by the bellman offering no welcome. Time and distance Darwin reminds himself while brushing rain off his coat as he tentatively waits for the elevator. “Have I been gone that long? Have I changed that much? Does the doorman deal with so many faces the one he once liked most now eludes him? God I hope Vincent at least remembers me.”