Walking, feet wandering in old boots. A smile curves her mouth, and she bends down to stroke a friendly flower. Straightening, a fence post catches her fancy, and the shutter snaps. A dog the color of her shoes follows close at her heels, and the late sunlight wraps them both in delight.
This girl is one who I love, the sun says. She is one I love also, smiles the small white flower. She is one I, too, love, sighs the puppy rolling in the grass at her feet.
She is one I have loved for sixteen years. I watch her from my window, wondering.
photo by drewsiff.