Her eloquent eyes were our first connection. Briefly she took my attention away from the manuscript in front of me. Then she walked. I didn't see which way. I couldn't stop in mid tune after all could I? But when I came to the end I did regret that I hadn't.
They do flash past mind. Connections I mean. Beguiling like silver salmon crashing up stream. Gone before you realised what they are. Energised by the laughing river they wriggle through the rapids to oblivion. And then there they aren't. Leaving this ancient bear blindly swiping at the shimmer, catching nothing but spray trails.
This one though wasn't all a-glimmer. This one wore a soft melancholy that showed itself more strongly when she returned three tunes later to talk.