There was a beautiful sky last evening. A deep blue, cloud edged silver with falling sun almost like lightening amongst the clouds. I watched until it was gone, watching for Misty - listening for the jangle of her bell, trying to catch her shape on the darkening land, imagining her until it was dark.
I didn’t see or hear her, but she was out there somewhere.
Can't believe I didn't know about Misty until now - what terrible news.
ReplyDeleteI still see Samuel sometimes, 2 years on. I'm never sure if that's a good thing or not - but he's certainly not forgotten, as Misty won't be either.
Beautiful sky.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry Andrew.
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