A light daub of tuft.
Drops of light on sidewalks...
Moving clouds, puffed...
A tint of curling tendril softness.
flash gleams endure in eyes
with similar understandings... In the air now, we are apart 
together in thought, sensing
each other in the distance
gathered in syncronicity...
A soft pattern emerges... 
The delicate cotton spent. 
Washes
and 
we are cleansed.
A moment of pause, continued... 
I am with you, yet away from you right now...