Sometimes

The
air
conditioner
whirred.
The
heat
of
summer
ripened
tomatoes.
Sweat
trickled
from
my
pores.
Reflection
came
easy.
Such
a
lovely
time
I
thought.
I
am
always
amazed
when
souls
come
into
contact
with
mine.
Souls
that
are
old
friends.
Tiffany
was
her
name.
Our
hearts
immediately
contacted
each
other.
It
was
no
surprise
to
me
that
I
would
catch
her
attempting
to
see
the
world
in
a
different
perspective.
She
would
close
one
eye
and
curl
her
fingers
up
and
place
this
hand
over
her
open
eye
to
create
her
own
little
view
finder.
A
construction
worker
hit
a
gas
main
and
the
building
had
to
be
evacuated.
We
sat
in
the
shade
of
a
pine.
The
sun's
heat
causing
vapors
to
rise
from
concrete.
She
crawled
onto
my
lap
and
fell
asleep.
Everything
seemed
right.