God that girl can run! Never any fear of a turned ankle on unfamiliar paths – even at night. Whatever the season, she runs. Her pace is so steady, so light, she glides across any surface to blend like a chameleon into any place, scene, time of day.
I hope to catch a glimpse of her face, to understand. I sit in the park awaiting her passing…it may or may not happen; one never knows where or when she might appear.
I see her approaching! We lock eyes and when at last she looks away, only one thing remains – eternal torment.
sending that sweet girl Peace. eternal peace.
Am I the only one who sees shades of Dexter?