Secret Sunshine

Here I sit on a North Carolina rainy winter day. The trees are dark against a misty grey sky, motionless in their absence of leaves. The air visably cold as it searches for paths into my home.

Then as the one I waited all my life to find comes into the room her secret glimse of sunshine follows. And though she may not know why or how, she warms the essence of life within me and guards me against the cold of winter.

R.