When the dew meets the dawn, isn’t it lovely?

As I have begun to hate the daily commute, the instances of the people in the reflections has grown stronger.  As such, I try to spend as much time as possible with my eyes closed.  If I cannot see them, they cannot hurt me.

Today was different though.  The sun was shining strongly here, despite the weather forecast from the ministry telling me that it was heavy rain all day.  As the train thundered through the countryside from my little town towards the big city, There did not seem to be anyone in the glass, so I allowed myself to take in the beauty of the scenery.

You can forget when all you see is the darkness of the big city.  All granite and neon, no matter what time of day it is.  When the nights draw in, the prospect of never seeing daylight from when you wake till you sleep, is very disheartening.  My factory has no windows to the outside world and is lit far too brightly to work comfortably in.  No point complaining though.  this is how the government say it has to be to maximise production and so this is how it is.

So being able to see daylight for the brief commute, has lifted my spirits.  Not even the presence of a man clad entirely in black clothing (and therefore standing out like a sore thumb from the rest of us) can dim my happiness.  Occasionally I would look at him, trying to figure out who he was.  Probably an informer, there seems to be more of them each day.

All he did was stare straight ahead.  In his hands, clasped neatly in front of him, he held a top hat and gloves.  They were black too.  His eyes were the brightest of blue and seemed to be almost burning with a blue flame.  As the sunlight poured into the carriage, I put this down to a visual aberration caused by the brightness.  His companion, a woman about the same age as him, was clad in the normal colours of a worker.  Logos from sponsors emblazoned on every surface, just like the rest of us.  She was talking to him in a quiet voice.  I could barely hear anything, which just mad it all the more frustrating for me.

I turned to look out of the window again as the sun went behind a cloud.  The people appeared in the windows almost immediately and I shut my eyes to save myself from them.  I heard a mans voice say “If you would please?” and then I felt the suns light on my face and I opened my eyes again.  There on the window in front of me was a rectangular mark, as if something had been stuck there.  I had not noticed it before despite how clear it was.

Strange.

I looked around at the man again, only to find that he was no longer there.  Ah well, as we were almost at our destination, i guessed that he had gone to make ready at the exit doors.

Slowly I rose to join the other commuters doing the same.