mysteries are curious things. they sneak into your life in the middle of the night, they play guessing games with you in the afternoon and if your lucky they may become a dear friend. mysteries will mysteriously say 'oi' and bring smiles that linger. however it seems they also must disappear as curiously as they first appear.
what a shame. mysteries are so beautiful.
perhaps mysteries think i already have too much mystery in my life. that could not be further from the truth. there can only ever be one. for now ill just have to wait and see if this mystery finds me again. i have a feeling i might find one up a tree somewhere, and if i do ill be sure to share a glass of wine with it, smile affectionately and say " dear mystery, have you fed a zebra lately? "