HERE AT THE FENCE

"Your hand touching mine, this is how galaxies collide..." -Sanober Khan

He was up before the birds. As usual. All these years he was the first to arrive.   She would be there. He knew.

At their place. Their wonderful  place. At the fence.

She was so beautiful.   She filled his heart

When they were younger they met under the dogwood tree , when it   first bloomed.

That’s when he first realized  that she was part angel, part flower fairy.

For almost sixteen years they met  in  early morning.  When each morning was new. It was a good life. Here at the fence.

In  summer, rogue winds  tossed sweet peas  at their feet, and  cherry trees rained down blossoms

In  winter, when it was snow and ice and rain, they took their chances. 

When it was too hot  they sat at the fence, under the shade of apple trees. Just happy to be near one another.

Lately, she had been a bit more quiet. A bit slower. A little bit later than usual.

He was waiting , here  at the fence, this morning,  as he had done for so many years. 

He could see her softly coming down the path. To meet him. Still beautiful. 

Her eyes saw only him, and he saw only her.

Their lovely souls

. Another day, another hour, another moment in the presence of each other.

And they sat together

                    In the quiet. With their thoughts

                                      Feeling joy.

                 Here at the fence.......

 Photographs.  2022.    Cordelia and Patience.....