Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Dawn

It was just daylight, and I was standing at the window in my scruffy old nightgown, looking out to see if it was rainy or not. I stretched, and Monsieur said softly, behind me, “My word.”
I turned around and he was just looking at me. “What?” I asked.
He smiled. “You look like … a vision,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.”
I needed that. I’m still tingling.

4 comments:

Ry said...

What a smoothie...

the desertwind said...

a very pretty vision at that!! d.

Leigh said...

It is always the littlest things that make our day or week!!

introspectre said...

cooooooooooo.....
cooooooooooo.....