I wondered where you were
The dog stood at the entrance to a rabbit-run, his whole body alert to possibility. He sniffed and watched the brambles. And standing there, on the trail, I watched him as the sunrise cast those pastel colours, gilding the dry winter grasses, steaming frost from the ground. The distant mountains looked like they belonged on a label pasted to a cheap wine bottle that you would scratch and peel as the evening dragged and conversation veered from small-talk to small-flirtation. And you smiled, even though your hair smelled like smoke, and you wanted to be anywhere else. You were that uptempo song with the sad lyrics that might make people cry if they could just stop dancing for a minute and really listen. And, in that moment, as I bristled against the morning chill, I wondered where you were.