my muse

I wait for a miracle.  There must be more.  I am skeptical.  If you believe in co-incidence, you aren't looking closely enough. (not my quote)

I walk in the state park.  It gives me solace.  It almost connects to the spiritual.

There is a woman.  She keeps passing me as she runs.  We always exchange words.

It's like a dream.  I shouldn't keep running into her.  The park is big.  I can walk without seeing anybody.  But, I have seen her about eight times.

I want her to stop and whisper a secret to me.  I imagine that she has one to tell me.  I want her to be my guardian angel.  Maybe she is.  I would be her angel, but I know I'm not.

I once said to her that it was amazing that our paths keep crossing.  She said it might be fate.

But, she never stops.  We never say more than a few words as she runs past.

She remains a mystery.  If you have a secret to share, please tell me.