There was a quiet hum as she walked along a path towards the Central Park Zoo area and the little bursts of breeze turned into one solid push of air towards her. Ruth startled as she heard deep voice murmur profanity as his leather backpack fell and spilled out pages of an old dictionary. She looked up through the flying and floating pages as the man approached her, his green eyes flecked with fire within the glowing street lamps.
I’m so fuckin’ grateful for my ex.
Will you keep bringing out the best in me?
And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace