Leaning over the rail, I look down into the water — the bird nesting in the reeds, the turtles sunning on the half-submerged limb. The greening and growing around me hiss with life.
I am almost startled by your whisper at my side. My eyes raise from the waters to the leafy tumble above the pond. I search, not seeing. You point. My eyes finally find the deer looking back at us.
We stand, silent, just watching. Eventually, I realize I can feel you there, the warm of you, a stranger. Not touching.
Months later, I miss you.
Thank you, Sue Vincent, for the inspiration of this week’s #WritePhoto prompt.