Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Solitude..Well, almost!

I watched as the sun crept through the branches of the distant trees, nothing but the whisper of promise, bird song heralding the start of a magical moment.
What a Life, to grasp it, hang on to the seconds long enough to drain each precious bit, my heart was full, what a life.......

"Morning!" she said as she past, not spoiling the scene but making it purfect, filling the air with the smell of soap and water, the mist spun around her and she became a phantom.

I smiled......what a life!

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