If I look long enough I can still see her, a young girl just waiting for her life to start. She gazes to the right, down the long rolling hill of a path that leads downtown. To the left, Lookout Mountain looming large and grand. Does she wait for her love or is she a gal who will strike out on her own? Did she climb the stairs to go back inside, certain her time would come but not that night? Or did she race down, hair flying into the waiting arms of what might be?
Times sails by, stone fails and windows fade, but the heart remembers home.