Your head and shoulders were bowed, looking at something you held in your hands. Your dark hair tied back, glistening in the light. You were thin, almost bending in the breeze, and dressed so fine.
I remember your gentle elegance, and a presence immersed in a humility, that was not of this world.
Before looking up, before our glances met, I felt we both knew who the other was, although we both had no name for it.
You raised your head gently and met my eyes, only for a soft second. All the time that we could both bear the weight of acknowledging, that which has no name.
In silence, in a golden moment, we remembered each other. And nothing has been the same since.