Today I saw little tiny crystals of ice on my windshield. Watched them melt.

A few days ago I saw my friend. I was expecting her but was still surprised by her appearance as if out of the blue. In dungarees and an old shirt with flowing silk scarf, an appropriate bundle of contradictions, she approached and my heart felt happy before my eyes saw that it was her as if it already knew there would be laughter.

So, what I saw with my eyes was a woman. What I really see though is my own need for a little companionship, someone with whom to lower the accumulated pretences of this very rough life and just be myself. And to have that in your sights is rare indeed.