The cold northeast wind came up as I walked the rock bound shore of the salt water inlet.
A thin veiled curtain of mist began to descend and obscure the opposite shore.
Yet through the whiteness I was able to make out her profile observing my progress.
No words were spoken and no gestures made and this vision soon disappeared into the mist.
The water fowl were flying in for sanctuary as evening hastened, so I departed that shore.
There was no prospect of looking into her eyes and experiencing her touch.
I remain locked in wonderment, pondering each day if that vision truly existed.