photo credit: Gerrit Photography
He had the luxury of watching unseen through the windows. It made him feel a little dirty but not enough to stop him. Leaning over his brick balcony railing he begin to sing love poems of
shining horses dancing. She never heard a word nor knew of his devotion.
Later as she was passing his apartments, he spoke. She returned a shy smile.
She never reached the end of the block. She never reached home. She was never seen again.
The alignment gremlins are working against me. Sorry. I can not fix it. I will try later. Thanks for visiting.
