She bowed her head in contemplation.
Musing over her past, present,
Future.
A cantankerous father.
As a small girl, playing with a puppy.
The taste of buttered popcorn,
Iraq.
A career in law.
Nurture or nature?
The wind blustered around her.

She sighed, leaning against the lone tree trunk.
Slim fingers marking out a page in a
Book.
Memories of a warm smile.
A frigid breath pelting her with
Dead leaves.
A meeting next Wednesday with an old friend.
Oxford perhaps, or Cambridge.
Tears trickled down her cheeks.
It began to rain.

AK 29/4/04