For you who quietly appear from time to time……

I can see it in my mind’s eye as if it were yesterday.

 The foggy mist was rolling in across the railroad tracks

and it had begun to rain,

not hard rain like a storm, but a drizzle like an annoyance.

 It was a cold afternoon, and in the distance, the train.

It was late.

He stood at the window as the train slowly pulled into the station.

His breath making its mark on the glass as he furtively looked for her on the platform.

He wore a wool overcoat, hat in hand.

And on these days, he always wore gloves.

He couldn’t see her within the confusion of bodies that began to scatter as the rain came down.

Panic set in at the thought of her not being there.

But then, all of a sudden,

the flush of warmth within unmistakable passion overcame him.

There she stood, wearing the blue hat he had given her.

The one with the feathers. 

……and his hand flew to his heart.

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