A walk through the gardens.
She sat on her favorite bench
And pondered on those thoughts.
Then she turned to face him.
“Stop It.” she said.
“I said nothing, I was just merely glancing while you were in deep thought.” He said.
“Well you know that I don’t like that look of yours.”
“What look?” he asked.
“The one that feeds your righteousness. As if I’m wearing a Scarlet Letter that you and your ancestors created in 17th century at Hester Prynne’s expense. The judgement of fools.” she said to him.
“Ah! yes, back to that sad story. I’m not judging you. I was really trying to comfort you.” he said.
“Well I’m not asking for your comfort or your advice.” she said.
“Do you really want me to go away? Then move me away from the bench and the sun, back into the shade? It gets awfully hot, especially when your ignoring me.” he said.
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was…just simply needing a few moments to myself.” she said.
“I’ll arrange to have you moved tomorrow.” she said.
“I prefer to be moved next to the red roses.” he said as she walked away.
Please play the Soundtrack by John Barry for the movie The Scarlet Letter. An illustration of the love Hester Prynne and Arthur Dimmesdale shared.
That travels deep inside you
The intense feelings
Are when we listen
To a piece of music
The Cadence of
Enters our souls.