an older ladies face peers from a dark opening..... when my gaze is elsewhere she watches me... but when i lift my head and turn her way she connects with me, holds steady staring....even exchanges a smile.... but then as if shy or uncertain she slips into the darkness.
her hand remains steady, resting on the ledge... alone it has an eerie feel, like a disconnected object, but it draws me in closer.... i cannot resist it when i know it is attached to someone who is lurking and peering at me from a dark space.
shortly thereafter , the hand finally moves away.. and closes the shuttered window.
