A block from my house at the edge of Washington, there is a winding park with a road running through it.
One Sunday recently, walking my regular loop along the trail, I heard leaves rustling on the wooded hill above me.
I wanted desperately for her to come closer, to stay in her orbit a moment longer.
Over the last several months, I have seen maybe a half dozen, here and elsewhere.
I had never believed in signs; now I notice when an interview runs exactly 1 hour and 13 minutes, or when the hour is exactly 1:13.
Persons:
Orli’s, I’ve, ”, Orli
Organizations:
Sunday
Locations:
Washington, Maine