SHE

  SHE

As night befalls, closing off gently the light of day...I see fine rain blowing against the background of the street lights. She has been working a long day and has now finally arrived home in her car.
Sometimes, she needs to get stuff from the seat of the car, or maybe the boot, and this is when she usually takes a fleeting glance to see if anyone is around.
No doubt she'll make a dash for the door tonight, to avoid getting wet.

I'm a bit of a window watcher in the evenings, so I see people coming and going all the time.
Lately though, she...the woman across the street...started to give me the odd wave.
At first I thought she was just sweeping her long dark hair to one side, but when it happened again I realised it was nothing special, just a wave and a smile...nice lady, nice neighbour!

Her lights are on and I see her walking about her large living room.
My next door neighbour too has just got home...he's soaked, looks like he's walked home.

Just sat here on the wide window sill is rather therapeutic in the evenings.
Lots of activity of humans, animals, and insects...stuff people often take for granted.

Something appears to be a problem across the road...she is looking troubled as her lights are flickering off then on...then off..then on again.
It's been ten minutes now and she is stood at her front door looking round for something, or someone!
 Shall I go and see if she...is ok...or not?
Frantically she waves to me...beckons me to go over...so I raise my hand and wave to say ok.

No coat, no hat, I rush across as the rain lashes down now...she...waits in her doorway for me to get to her.
Oh...thank you so much for coming she says in a soft voice, and as she does...the electrics go "bang".
This was clearly an easy job to fix... for me anyway..being in my line of work.
Where is your fuse box? I ask
Follow me she says, as she shines her torch and guides me to a small cupboard beneath her stairs.
The doorway was just big enough for me to squeeze through, and to access the fuses, fix the fault, and get the lights working again.
Oh thank you so much she says, I'm so grateful for your help.
It's fine I tell her, and as I try to get out I bang my head..ouch!!!
Oh dear she asks...are you hurt?
She holds my head and looks to see if there is anything serious.
Your head has a small cut...I can fix it.
Sit down she pleads, I will only be a minute and you'll be fine.
She bathes, and gently wipes my head and assures me it is only a tiny cut.
She has a wonderful gentleness in how she tends to me, talks to me, and then asks more of me..
After some time...we have learned who we are, what we do, how long we have lived here, and had two coffees.
This lady is now more than just 'the woman across the road'.
She is a nurse,.
She is now a good friend.
She is a wonderful woman.
She makes a great coffee.
She is beautiful.
She likes me a lot...

She is now my girlfriend

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