温柔

Down by the river

I sat by the river watching and waiting. So this is where all the people who want to be alone come. I noticed that the grass is set in cement sections, elevated so no one can walk on it. Out of bounds. The Wind whispered softly in my ear, "name me a song and I'll sing it for you". I recalled a song. A song of sacrifice, freedom, blue skies, sunshine and warmth. Gently, I mouthed my reply but my words were caught in her vortex, like fallen leaves in those little cyclones you sometimes see, whirled round and round, jumbled, going nowhere. Not hearing a song, the Wind assumed I had none and left, leaving my words hanging, in the air.