Sunday, April 12, 2015

I was at a Chistmas party once as happy as a song when a mysterious doe eyed girl spoke to me of a sadness in her life.

"My husband left me,"she said. "Weeks ago. I have no one now."

I told her some people drift together, the same people drift apart. It is called the human condition. The ebb and flow of life.

She smiled slightly then disappeared into a woven crowd. I never saw her again, though I have thought of her often over the years. Her beautiful soft eyes. Her voice as sweet as Christmas sugar. I wonder if in time she's drifted to a sandy shore.

1 comment:

Brother Ollie said...

Glad I popped in good sir. Solid piece - oh those doe eyed girls...