A portrait, glowing, radiating warmth and friendliness.  Lovely, gentle.  Soft to the touch could she be touched.  It shone in her smile; spontaneous, real. Her gaze, unfiltered and piercing, captured mine.

So it was our first encounter.

My consciousness is stamped with the impression, still so many years later.  A wine stain on new linen cloth that will not wash out.

But it is not her.  I think it is not her and I wonder if it will be.