Behind The Mirror

Dropped in to the Circus today. Same old, same old, Larson never changes. Something made me check the tent where the acrobats practice – wishful thinking I suppose – and seems my spider sense was right on. There she was, dangling upside down from a rope about thirty feet up. Same Tsaya…..T. Breathtaking as always. It’s been several years since she and I crossed paths, not by my choice but more like the typical wanderings of our clan. God it’s good to see her face again after so long. I feel teh same surge in my heart that she always seems to stir, and with it the same pang of regret that I always seem to be zigging when she is zagging, the regret that she still sees me as a source of good advice, a bit of fun, a harmless flirtation. It’s been that way for half a century now, but fate has once again dropped her in my path. Maybe this time…