Red Geraniums in Window Boxes
It's cold tonight. A deep melancholy settles over me as the days become shorter. I begin to long for a walk in warm air and warm light. The sound of my footsteps echo against the walls as I walk down the cobblestone paved street. I think of friends past who are no longer here. I long to have sweet conversation with them again - perhaps sitting at a small cafe table beneath the red geraniums in the window boxes high overhead.