doorstep

He stood there at the doorstep looking aimlessly absorbing the pass thinking what would have been he had just bought the ticket and returned. What if? Then he remembered her, the profound blue of her eyes and how the wind had a special way of suavely touching her skin as if she was special as if she was beyond human. The sun hit his face. He remained there, standing on his feet with his knees slightly bend. The threes, the mountain breeze were indifferent to him. He was somewhere frozen between past and present.