He always inspired her to write. It was an amazing inspiration because she loved to write long before she knew he existed. She used to laugh and say writing was just "what she did", but these mornings she wrote with the passion of Browning and Barrett. She sat in the window seat of the living room sipping a cup of hot java sweetened with her favorite creamer: southern butter pecan. Involuntarily, she twisted her hair looking out the window through her new tortoise shell frames. Daily she shared this same moment with the sun: a cup of coffee and quiet thoughts. She wondered how she was so lucky to have found him, and why fate was so cruel to have introduced them.. ~k~