Comforting times

Its been a while. I missed her. She was always there. To talk to. She always listened. Sometimes it was just silence as I lay beside her and counted the stars. Yet, it was always comforting. Nearly 8 months since I last did that. Managed something similar yesterday. Sure, she wasnt here, so it wasnt nearly the same, but its as close I have got since then.

Finally found a nice serene water body near where I stay. Had seen it a few times, but was unaware as to how I could go and sit or stroll beside her. The lake, Panther Hollow, nestled in the midst of wilderness has its own charm. Greenery all around, an occasional view of some magnificent architecture forcing u to remember the century you are in, and the soft rush of water flowing down into the lake.

And its not uninhabited. Courting ducks, filled with curiosity at the new humans entering their world. They came, they posed, and they swam on, nonchalantly.

I wasnt alone. Had a group of friends. We walked and talked. Aimless banter, and a calm walk. In the slight drizzle.

In today's world, with the hustle and bustle of life, and the mad rush that drives us, that one hour was a wonderful time.