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.
