The curtains closed on the end of a day of calm warm sun,
with a hint of what's to come.
Tiny droplets of gray wet my window
"Here am I," I had said as I began the drive.
"I am watching... looking for the glow"
Then I saw it
Two objects frenzied in the air
at the edge of a world of dynamic grays
"It's too cold," I protested
and rummaged in the back for coat and hat
Then, camera in hand I was ready...
and it was gone.
Man and woman following strings along the sand to kites, to leave.
How many times this lesson about this moment never again the same?
A million times on the chalkboard.
Have I told you lately that I love you?