She stares at me, and then closes her eyes. A tinge of early dawn plays on her cheek as it peeks through
glass curtains by my desk. I grow warmer, waiting in silence for her first uncertain word and gentle touch of her hand. She fidgets and rocks in her chair. She cannot hold her thoughts inside much longer. We've been meeting like this for months. Some days she rambles, pouring out her soul. She talks of yesterday's sorrows and tomorrow's distant shores. She tells me her needs, desires, dreams and passions.
Sometimes she teases me with impossible notions that she only wishes she believed. When she's feeling light, she weaves amusing tales and tells me jokes. I accept her as perfect - always perfect as she is.
Finally she opens her eyes, and a tear drop falls. The emotions are about to flow. "Okay." she whispers under her breath. I see her desperation, and project my own inner light toward her. Her eyes glow with expectancy. She pours out her soul, and discovers buried treasures.
She paints a portrait of her father, and rehearses what she will tell him after all these years. She's filled with hope that he will finally understand. Her spirit lifts. My mind dances furiously recording her thoughts and prayers.
Perhaps if she explains honestly, he will listen, and they can finally heal relationship. Today she isn't muddling in past. She is moving forward. Today is a new beginning.
