On my journey homebound, the voice from the air caught up with me.
And rising from a whimper, it chattered ardently about its distant farings. Wielding the wave of a wand like a skilled conjurer, it frolicked and beat the grass savannah into life, frowning upon their idle existence. Amidst the aroused dust and ricocheting leaves, its invisible face emerged, complete with a scowl, gently bleating upon my face. And there I stood staring into the eye of someone, or something, that we had long parted by. There and then, the ground started to shake upon my disjointed knees. Panic. I jumped to catch that elusive face standing in front of my eyes. 'Not meant to be' was what it said, right before I lost sight of it in the moment I blinked...
That day I walked on, not forgetting what I saw in that elusive moment, knowing that it would happen again.
Perhaps that is why my camera is always within an arm's reach whenever I walk along that alley.
