The Eyes of a Stranger

It was basically a bad day.

I didn't know it was going to rain so I wore my suede-fur boots. My feet were SOAKED the entire day. I forgot my umbrella.

All these fall sweater and under shirt layers get to me after a while...I think that's why I always get depressed this time of year.

- I'm always:

• Covering my head up with hoods so I can't think. 
• Covering my neck up till I can't speak.
• Covering my feet up in the wrong shoes so that each step I take feels heavier and heavier
• Along with the heavy school bag on my back that makes my muscles cold, tight and sore.

The only highlight of that day was my African-Canadian literature class because of the professor. Taking this class was the best fluke decision I made this year. By the time I leave the 3 hour lecture from 6 to 9 on Tuesday nights, I'm between a world of utter exhaustion from the day that started at 6 and a world of whirling thoughts and ideas. I've never met a man like him in my life before. He is so passionate about what he teaches that sometimes i have to hold back my tears and rub my arms to flatten the goose bumps. I wish I could carry him around my pocket so I could get this riled up about my thoughts all the time. Its rare that it happens to me nowadays.

But anyway, I'm feeling crabby walking to the subway after the class finishes at 9, and I'm soaked and tired but my mind is a contained firecracker underneath the hood that's covering me from the firecracker rain drops dancing on the top of my head. I’m feeling so miserable because my boots are still sopping wet. I get on the crammed subway and something really weird happens….

I lift my head up from examining my soaked boots and make direct eye contact with an asian woman that looked exactly like John Lennon. 

This lady kept on looking back at me and I didn't shrug it off as if she was a creepy stranger -

so i stared back.

      Life is worth too much to take lightly, so I let her speak to me. I let the moment speak to me. And then as I kept on making eye contact with her I realized that she had John's EXACT eyes. I got spooked because I felt as though John’s spirit was inside of her and was coming out through her eyes. She was reaching for the bad feelings inside of me through my eyes with her own. I felt uncomfortable because i felt violated. I've never looked at a stranger like that before. 

My night changed after i got off the subway cart because of the strange feelings i was having after my encounter with her
{Strange is in the word Stranger!}
It felt as though our souls were communicating.

It felt weird looking into the eyes of a woman...

who had the same pair of the man who has saved me...

and died before i was even born. 

It's alright to make eye contact with strangers.
I encourage you all to do so.

Maybe they will make your day better if you choose to look back.