No matter who we are, where or when, in dreams or in waking hours, working or aimlessly wandering down a street, driving in the countryside, sitting in a café alone with our thoughts - there is ALWAYS a "she". Different faces. Different ages. For me, she was once a young girl sitting on a pony as I drove past an old field. She smiled as I passed and raised a hand in greeting, Once she was a child who waved at me from the upstairs window of an old two story house as I made my way home from work. Once she was an elderly lady walking behind me, near a book shop in town, a small dog of mixed breed trotting happily beside her on a red leash. I wonder if we will ever understand the mystery....but this excellent piece reassures me that I am not the only one who recognizes her, even without knowing her. Well done!!!
“Some numbers don’t want to be confirmed.” Love that line.
I love when a single line finds its reader.
Thank you for noticing it.
No matter who we are, where or when, in dreams or in waking hours, working or aimlessly wandering down a street, driving in the countryside, sitting in a café alone with our thoughts - there is ALWAYS a "she". Different faces. Different ages. For me, she was once a young girl sitting on a pony as I drove past an old field. She smiled as I passed and raised a hand in greeting, Once she was a child who waved at me from the upstairs window of an old two story house as I made my way home from work. Once she was an elderly lady walking behind me, near a book shop in town, a small dog of mixed breed trotting happily beside her on a red leash. I wonder if we will ever understand the mystery....but this excellent piece reassures me that I am not the only one who recognizes her, even without knowing her. Well done!!!
Hi Julian, As always, your comments make my coffee sweeter and the cookies crunchier.
What you bring to the table matters a lot to me. Those pieces you describe feel like they quietly complete a picture I couldn’t have finished alone.
Knowing that many of us carry a “she” (in presence or in absence) and realizing we’re not alone with that feeling is deeply comforting.
If there’s any hope to be found, I think it lives exactly in this kind of shared recognition. Thank you for that.