Kaleidoscope

Inspired by: Nostalgia and helplessness narrated by a long-lost colleague. I have forgotten names. Only the essence remains. She was a beautiful girl with intense eyes and long black hair. We would sit on the windy cliff till the Sun went over the hill, and she would sing to me and talk to me about life; that promised to be ours. Then, the evening would take deeper, softer shades and we would go our own separate ways waiting...... for the next day's meeting. Today, as I write about those...