sitting alone except for thoughts of you...life.
rain falling, winds gentle breeze caressing, and the sounds of the city.
A child's voice in the distance, yelling, screaming... for joy.
The rumble of a cars engine, the hiss of wet wheels on pavement. a cricket chirps beckoning its lover.
The rain always makes me melancholy, reflective, searching for meaning. Just as abruptly as it starts, the rain ends. The sun appears, peeking through at first as if to take a look at us, then pushes past the clouds.
Life returns to the streets, a cat chases a grasshopper, children roll through on bicycles, their tiny heads bobbing, helmet encased. Birds playfully flit from tree to tree, performing their love ritual...landing talking, then chasing again. Bees drink incessantly, swiftly moving flower to flower, not seeming to notice as children playing brush against the bushes. The children stop to watch as a humming bird appears, whizzing in pausing, vanishing. Ducks in perfect formation honk sounding their commands.
The drum beat of life marches on.
As the sun sets, the clouds return
I am alone...except for thoughts of you.