It’s the first few summery days of spring.

And I walked the promenade in Rye.

The boardwalk was alive with couples.

Some giddy in the newness of the bond

Others holding hands,

so comfortable in their oneness

Dog walkers, strangers themselves

Letting their furry friends

get to know each other,

nose to nose while,

families watch their future generations,

ride tricycles and tiny bikes,

round in circles or occasionally,

into unsuspecting strangers

I notice that other than the dog walkers,

Who’s charges get frequent treats for good behavior,

I am the only one walking on the boardwalk alone.

It is just a flickering recognition, neither good nor bad

Just one of the facts of a new life

I turn to walk back to the beginning.

The setting sun is blinding.

I take my camera from my pocket.

and capture the essence of this moment.