Whispered

Still feeling a bit reflective I sat on the red bench, outside, after cleaning the carpets. The day was tall and bright, full of caressing breezes and bird-song. New blooms. I sipped some cold water and took off my glasses, closed my eyes and tipped my head back. The sun was warm and golden on my face. The sound of the fountain, behind me. The scent of hyacinths...everywhere.

I just sat there and breathed for a while. Then, out of the clear blue sky, a scattering of raindrops whispered over me.

They felt like kisses.