The letter failed to tell who it was from and to whom it was addressed to. But the words were unmistakeably between two people who were acquainted with one another. The tone pre-luded the words and the aroma from them filled the mind as it was being read and the lips on command began to move to give them the voice they called for. There was no date. Time didn't seem to change the significance of the message.

Folded back up it now lay in the bottom of the chest leaving it to the mind to conjure up a tale for the next verse and plots to fill in the time that has surely passed.

This like so many mysteries can leave a bitter taste behind when over and over again the images of the two remain just that images. As if they are expected to enter the room at the same time but at opposite ends to discover they have unknowlingly accepted an invitation to the same gala--only to leave still alone.

There's an empty cocoon hanging on the ledge and the sunlight is exposing the cobwebs in the corner. It's quite obvious some time has passed since the last visit not to mention the last cleaning. Who spends there afternoon paying attention to such details anyway? The only type of person that comes to mind is supposedly extinct--a domestic of some sort. The real question is where is the creature that has evidently made it's escape and how far can the imagination take him and what adventures will he have upon arrival? It's really three fold and the possibilities are as endless as the summer skies waiting on a fall moon. It's easy to leave when the sun is the highlight of the sky. Just wait and see if there is strength in the limbs when winter's bite is lingering and the air is still as the night.