Some time ago, never mind how many, I found myself while sitting on my back porch. Well, hypothetically of course. I was never really lost, there was just a hole in my heart that could not, or would not, be filled. Anyone who tried to crawl into this hole wold be violently shoved out, never to be seen or heard from again.

Anyways, I was sitting on my back porch, waiting for the sun to come up, and quietly reading a brilliant book, East of Eden by John Steinbeck. It was a beautiful summer morning, the sky was a mix of orange and blue, and the wind was silent and gentle. The birds were playintg their morning tunes and the grass had their morning dew. At the moment I was content, not happy, but content. it was more than I felt in a long time and if I was being honest I never wanted the moment to end.

I closed my eyes and bathed myself in that magnificent morning. I listened to the naturally sweet music and began to hum an unknown tune. Opening my eyes my hummimg was adruptly cut short, for down by the fence stood an unfamiliar girl. She stood tall and graceful, her eyes were a dark brown, so dark they seemed black. Her hair, coming just below her ears, had more black than brown but you could tell the color was natural. Her skin, which was a rich brown, seemed to glow as she stood proud and beautiful. For some reason she stood in the nude but it did not seem to bother her nor did it bother me.

I tilted my head to the side and she mirrored my actions.I raised my hand to wave hello and again she mirrored my actions. At this point I was becoming quite confused for there she and I were standing but saying nothing. Oh but how beautiful she looked! How happy she seemed!

Standing there on my back porch, on that beautiful summer morning, I realized I had indeed found myself. My heart, at last, had reached out and engulfed this apparition in a tight hold and did not seem inclined to let go.