I took a walk today with no destination in mind. I just walked, looked and listened. Up one side of the street and back down the other. I imagined you were there walking beside me, hand in hand. You’d point out the flowers snuggled up against an ugly brick wall. They look more beautiful because of it. A few houses up, I’d tug at your hand, make you stop and wait while I smelled a lonely white rose that seems to grow out of a red rose bush. A little farther up the street, just past the weeping willow. I’d smile at the elderly woman, reading a book on her front porch, oblivious to the rest of the world. On our way back home, I’d stop to take a picture. Of a lonely old cat who sits, on the top of an old rusty car, aimlessly staring, at nothing.