Her

I'm always mindful of her, but at times her essence tends to be stronger.  Sometimes it's a birdsong, waves crashing on the beach, a gentle breeze.  Other times, it's the sharp blue sky or the sound of leaves rustling or children playing.  Today it was the first cool crisp Fall morning.  As the chill cut through my shirt and the Sun sparkled, I felt her again. I missed her more.  I love her....still