Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
Wheeling along the bitumen path dodging uneven surfaces, fallen branches, runners, prams. Pale sunshine, little breezes, lap-lap of water. Smiling with contentment. Approach a fork in the path – see young woman with her arm across her grandmothers shoulder gently shepherding her towards the fork. She catches my eye and smiles. Our paths cross – timing perfect. Warmth of a fleeting moment lingering.
Acknowledgement : Partial Image of Mark Rothko Yellow and Gold 1956