“She’s not real” - he said…looking over his shoulder and passing me by.
As if - I didn’t know.
As if - I can’t distinguish the truth from make-believe.

But - there she sat.
Perched.
So gentle. So still. So very very wise.

And - as the rain changed to snow..falling slowly and silently around her.
I decided - she’s as real as I might ever imagine her to be.
There is magic in make-believe.

And - she posed for me. And - smiled.
And - I left it at that.