She stepped outside, and wiped the hair from her brow. Looking up she could see the little dipper, the moon, and quite a few stars dotting the night sky. Pulling her jacket around her closely, for warmth, she walked toward the lake. The part of her that longed-for seclusion wandered now, blindly, crushing through the brush, lost in her emotions, pain leading the way. The tears didn’t start for a few minutes, and only fell unhindered when she tripped and skinned her knee. She got up, angrily wiping the moisture away, resuming her route to the lake. She had taken every step, accomplished every goal, and still she was without. There was still something missing. That deep-seated longing that had been with her since she was born. It was an ache, an empty space, something that had to be filled. A throbbing so enduring and persistent it felt as though it had been waiting an eternity to be satiated. She slowly climbed the hill, not as young as she used to be, but still spry and active. Reaching the apex, she stopped to inhale the wondrous site of the full moon resting gently on the surface of the lake….
to be continued.