The mousey eyed woman turned away from the kiss.
The new view was dying, brown, curled and crunchy beneath her feet.
The view she had turned away from was greening.
A train clopped by in the distance and the frozen pond before the mousey eyed woman refused to offer up a reflection.
She could have had cake, soft, sweet and frosted but chose humble pie instead.
Life, love, riches, travel and cake hedged in, isolated, contained by a fence.
The mousey eyed woman had open space before her.