My visit with Miss Lucie went well. She knew me! You never know, and you take what you can get. But, she knew me, and the time passed as though we had visited the weekend before. The woman is a blessing. My lips, upon her forehead, came away softer.
Dinner with a friend, after an awkward embrace accompanied by pat excuses, morphed into my first dinner alone within the confines of a restaurant. It felt as I had imagined it would. I read, I ate, I left. End of story.
Yesterday was a gift from God, a teasing reminder of days to come. Cool breezes warmed easily on the kiss of a winter sun, allowing me to complete my tasks in my shirtsleeves. I pinched pansies, planted amaryllis, and mowed my lawn. Later, moisture tinged breezes urged me to fold my arms as I observed meat grilling under a waning sun.
Monday dawned on an unexpected rain, and hope. I checked in on a friend whose absence worried me. His response reminded me of both, the ease and importance of expression. An arm outstretched reminds another of his worth, and he, in kind reaches out. Such is synchronicity…
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