a prayer.

The sight of him takes her by genuine surprise, for she had not expected to see him. She watches him making his way to his desk; his walk is calm and peaceful. His hair is not as well-kept as usual, suggesting he had just been outside where the wind was blowing with unusual intensity for an October morning. She is behind him and he is unaware of her presence until another speaks her name. Then he looks in her direction. Their eyes meet, their lips smile, their voices say hello and how are you going. Their conversation goes no further. She turns away, unable to remove the smile on her face. Glee – this is what she feels, despite having known this human for over a decade. The joy of still having this beloved being in her life – no, she never takes that for granted. She sits and quietly allows this delight to warm her heart, and from there, a little prayer is born: may my love always reach him when and where I cannot express it as I should wish to.