Hours of my human experience: Momentary Perceptions

From the begining it must have been a panaroma she must have recognized.

He must have walked right past the garden she tended and organized.

That afternoon, the air was sticky and warm, as any late summer day would be.

The confusion of thoughts colliding must have discovered a nest of understanding. As he made his way back past her, he humbled himself and asked her for directions.

Directions she could give, but why she wondered ? Maybe, a conversation would lighten the air and cool the breeze now starting to trickle in.

It's funny how when an innocent plea for direction is misconstrued as an attraction for discovery.

But then again, who really was manipulating who in this instant ? Could he stand the knots in his stomach for the satisfaction he generated in her naive curiosity ? Or was she the one laughing on the inside ?

Maybe they were made for each other, but both of them knew time was not on their side for such perceptions are momentary at best.

And insincere at their worst.

Respect was their virtue, yet deceit was their craft. Like the moon that rises at the begining of every month, they knew that neither side would capitulate for the sake of charity.

He wanted to test the depths of her honesty, while she was craftily attempting to discover how much he knew and whom he had talked to.

This was a delicate game of cat and mouse where neither side would really provide anything of substance. To the rest of us, you could imagine them as a happy couple with something special between them.

The truth of the matter was, this was about who would prevail. While they both struggled to shed their instincts and move to a kinder state, it was momentary perceptions they were both trapped in.