Shining Promise

Cold and unsure about where I needed to be,
I left the building.
Seeking the beautifully shining sun,
I found myself trying to absorb some of the rays' heat as I sat on a step.
It seemed to promise something I couldn't name-something I was waiting for.
Cold seeped up, transferring from the cement through the thin fabric of my skirt.
My thinner resolve was inadequate against the assault of uncertainty,
and I needed a layer of comfort. There were none available.
Not that I'd willingly embrace.
(the veil of caution averts unnecessary truths)
No eye could read mine and justify my restless need.

Waiting on the step seemed pointless; the promise was unfulfilled.
I rose and stepped back in through the doors.