Her windows were stained blue-hazel and reflected the sky.
Clouds drifted past them, bringing them to life.
From outside you could see her form standing behind the glass, looking out.
And sky pictures played across her face as she looked up.
For a moment, the two images blended.
It looked as if she had taken her place amongst those same clouds.
A trick of the eye that fed my imagination.
And I wondered if she knew how highly I thought of her.
I wondered if she knew that in my eyes, heaven danced across her face.