fascination

"I wish I had brought my umbrella", she says, shielding her face from the fine drizzle. We turn around. The wind is blowing quite fiercely and her hair is in disarray. Strands wander across her forehead, her eyes, and she pushes them away in quick sweeping curves. watching her thus, at this very moment, I am captivated. she looks up and her limpid eyes meet mine; and there is an intense desire to prolong this instant, standing there in the steady drizzle and dying light.
the moment passes and i turn away, hastily, fearing that my gaze might have lingered too long.