Do you see her? She's there, in the garden - dancing in the rain; a perfectly beautiful pixie. Strangely familiar in my mind's eye...have I seen her before?
She is smiling and turning her gentle face skyward, opening her soul to the earth. The rain cascades over her welcoming face and outstretched arms as she spins in the grass - almost in slow motion - her white flowing dress chasing her as she turns.
She makes me sigh....
She is childhood - freedom; nakedness; purity. She is here to remind me; to sooth my aching soul; to turn my mouth upward in a crooked, thoughtful smile.
She dances there, drinking in the monment, like life's first breath.
As I watch her, she stops - her eyes smiling at me, beckoning me out to play. I am fixed on her, intrigued with her face. Like a photograph of my mother as a child I know her, yet know nothing about her.
She glistens in the rain, her bronzed hair strangely untouched and dry. Her smile widens as she sees me taking her in. I am frozen in the moment...I don't want it to end.
She turns her head skyward again and then laughs silently as she runs out of site, her bare feet gently skimming the wet grass.
I am alone again, but the rain doesn't seem so dreary now. I sip my coffee and smile.
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