Monday, July 15, 2013

Well... this post has nothing to do with the picture. But I was at too much of a loss  half an hour ago to think to take one as I stood with Strawberry Girl by the railroad tracks waiting for a friend who never showed up.

She was coming from America - all the way from Texas - and we are still shaking our heads as we sit here in the dimming light of an empty house. I type a few words, pause, and call out "But how is that possible?" And a voice in the kitchen sighs back, "Maybe she was in the bathroom. Maybe she's still there, mom."



We were stood up - or perhaps she got lost - or possibly missed the train. 

This afternoon as I prepared the tiny guest room, I had this feeling...

I missed her - missed out.

And in the gathering darkness - in this gathering day, Betsy - rise thoughts that those who are with me now in this house, in this life, may one day take a different train. And I may sit forlorn there as never before.

I will love them before the grumbling roar carries them away.

NB: The Russian just said: Hogwash, she's probably on the next train. And he ran out the door to go see. :)

6 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

aww! hope you find her!

Buttons said...

Oh I do hope she shows up. I am sure the worry is not what she wanted you to have. B

Allison said...

The Russian found her! :D

Evi said...

Dis-moi pas que quelqu'un c'est perdu à Moutier :D:D:D

Judy said...

I'm so glad she was found :)

Michael Rowland said...

Wonderful sunset,,, summer is such a treat,,, I've been looking at your photos, butterfly, clothes pins, such lovely colours,,,M