Tabula Rasa

He waited for her, watching the raindrops hit the water's surface.

tom
The room murmured with expensive chatter and he despised the socialites sitting at the table adjacent. Who wear's a wide brimmed hat during lunch? Poseurs. He is not a poseur. He is real. Worthy. Authentic. Low clouds fade the edges of the landscape and his seething soul is soothed.