Passing the time

He sighed, drained the stubborn dregs of wine from his glass and glanced out of the window. There seemed to be a glimmer of light squeezing its way past the burgeoning storm clouds. It had been like that all day, a brief ray of hope swiftly crushed by heavily ladened nimbostratus crowding their way towards him.

This was his last chance to grab something before darkness inevitably fell, making it impossible to continue with his obsession. If he could make it to his favourite place in time he might just get lucky he thought. Struggling along as quickly as his aged bones would allow he checked the sky for signs of that glimmer of light every few steps, barely noticing the occasional raindrop targeting his upturned face.

He arrived just moments before the light disappeared forever, managing to capture its final, defiant gesture against the inevitable. He slowly turned and headed for home, his face wet with raindrops running down his face like tears. It was then he noticed someone else had been there behind him capturing that same moment. He shrugged his shoulders against the wind and rain and passed by without saying a word.

What was there to say?