By the lake

A gust of wind wrenches my attention away from the book in front of me.It dies.As the sun gently warms my cheek,I wonder to myself... of conversations not yet had,or perhaps even the first.The waves lap at an overhanging tree branch.Maybe we have met;maybe we just don't know each other.I need a hug.I have been here over a month, and all I need is a hug.Affirmation...and maybe just a little more sunshine.