She was walking through the park again, as she did at least once a
day. Since moving to the big city she felt a strong need for nature to
sooth her spirits.
Funny about this move, she had a lifelong need for wandering and
seeing the next thing. She had wanderlust, said her mother who also said, "happiness
is in your own back yard"
Em thought, "I don't even have a
back yard now" so where is happiness?
She was feeling melancholy now, as dusk approached. Somehow the end
of the day was at once peaceful and a little sad. Even noises seemed to
dampen a bit, colors became a bit softer, edges a little blurry. Even as warm
golden house lights began coming on, the world seemed quieter and more
inward. It had always been a favorite time of day for her, an
She approached the rose garden with it's statues and benches, with
the big fountain in the center, ever gurgling like laughter. The roses
were in full bloom now that the hottest part of summer was on them. She
stood close to the statue of the mermaid, as close as she could, and
softly touched her lips with fingertips that longed to connect with
others. She was feeling lonely now. The statue was so real but not.
One little bird was singing in the linden tree nearby. Must be
seeking a mate. So was she. Wandering and seeing had fulfilled her needs
to see and do, but not the one for connection. Would she ever feel that
recognition one feels when finding a love? Someone who looked into her
eyes like they had always known her? The contrasting needs of feeling
close while protecting one's heart?
Yes, she had gone and seen, she had seen the world and done a
million things. She could fill three books with adventures. She had love
affairs that always came to an end when she needed to move on. She met
many people, saying hello and goodbye to each as the time came to move
Now in the quiet warmth of dusk, now when she was tired and
surrounded by beauty, she wondered if the real adventure was in the
daily union of two people, if sharing life would replace her wanderlust,
or if seeing life with another person would be her next adventure.
The breeze picked up, moving one curl across her face. She felt a
warm dog run up to her, and she reached down to pet the crown of a soft
head as soft brown eyes looked at her with love. This dog loved her. A
stranger sauntered up with a dangling leash, a man with equally soft