Glassy Stare

Wilbur has a meeting today — one he's been waiting for with a quiet, particular kind of anticipation. His fiancée is expected to arrive in the lush garden by his estate. In the evening, when the air fills with the scent of damp earth and faded blossoms, they will sit together and speak softly, as before. Very soon, he'll say something tender. Very soon... the illness will pass.