Foraging

She can be found anywhere - sitting in a café walking along a rocky beach cramped in coach class or bored at her desk. Heartbroken and lonely she seeks solace another chance and redemption in snippets of words phrases and puzzling rhymes. These missives to others capture her passions grief and bubbly glee. Her mind fades in and out at these moments almost drunkenly grabbing any napkin to jot down cryptic notes in pencil or pen before folding it haphazardly and shoving it into her wallet. <br>Years later she retrieves these tattered memos and in the quiet of early morning coffee or late evening wine she writes drafts edits and trims perfecting the feelings capturing the place time and emotions that were almost lost.