Day 3 Dwindling Day Light

Outside my window all is bathed in a soft orange glow. Somehow as shadows fall the bleak of November momentarily looks beautiful. Thoughts drift to the past. I think about you … and wonder. As the dark encroaches, I begin organizing my thoughts and the room; trying to find a perfect place for an avalanche of materials and memories. Glancing at my reflection in the now darkened window, and straightening my hair… I remember the soft orange glow … and your soft touch. Turning, I seek you out.

Your hand taking mine
Soft light, blankets wrinkles
November romance