Doves cooed in the mellowing sun- behind seven o'clock I sank in to a Lonley moment for the sky was so pretty and there was no one to turn to- except my stomach - turned - so I battled up out of my drip of disparity and got some clarity with the sun shinning through the trees and there were leaves that knew the same as I and clouds that yearned to be touched by the sky- before they evaporated like passing time.