Lone Ranger

And some days - when the rain falls..when the lens is blurred by fog and mist and wet and grey - she finds herself lost.

Turned around and facing in the opposite direction. Far and distant from the crowd. She stands apart and alone.

Confident in her beauty..in her poise...in her grace. Seeking her own course. Finding direction. Certain of nothing...other than the hope she holds on to. The hope that one day she'll be somehow found.