She Harnassed Her Anger And Became A Goddess.
“Because of someone else's choice, I can no longer see my kids whenever I want. I am angry.”
I brunched with a Phoenix.
She arrived in her stunning human form — alabaster skin with a crown of milk chocolate tresses the envy of any chocolatier. She was armed with a smile that could envelop you while radiating warmth and kindness. Her sepia-colored eyes fluttered about, surveying her environment, and would focus on you as if you were the only being that ever existed or would exist. I felt like she was a visitor to a menagerie where she was trying to burn every aspect of my being in her memory in order that she could relay her encounter with me to someone else. Perhaps, so she could remember me in another life.
When she glided into the bustling downtown eatery, the room fell silent. The clanging of pans and banging of pots ceased. People stopped giving their orders to the wait staff. A sudden silence crashed into the restaurant and caused me to lift my head and locate this Phoenix in human form.
She was the reincarnation of Helen of Troy. She possesses a beauty that defies logic and a level of humility that absolves her of the sin of being this beautiful.
It was my first time seeing her in 10 years, and the last time I saw her before that was twenty years ago, when we…
