...With time, she felt a deepening sense of regret, a loneliness of heart. It was as if she had
accepted this building pain as her destiny. Whenever she spoke of the adoption, in her voice
was this seemingly self-tasked penance.
In analogy, it reminded him of when he once stood on a hilltop - mesmerized while staring at a
fence after a summer's pouring rain.
Something forlorn of song was left in the air...
Heard were mystic cries for the windswept; a conjuring loosed by the storm's now empty
tailing winds that went rushing thru and by the long weathered pickets of a lonely snow fence.
Gleaned were the eerie sounds of souls that stood in phalanx, waiting for the cold, cold
company charged to all's every winter's keep....