A Memory in the Wind

An eclectic mix of people crowd around the pavilion.  I see her on the outskirts, she leans against the stone building, the sun illuminates her skin as the wind brushes softly against the cotton skirt she wears. She reminds me of the past, a past relationship, a past adventure, a night when the stars never looked so clear. What was once crowded is now empty. I sit and enjoy the day as the wind shakes the leaves of the trees, I sit and listen, I observe, and now I move on.