Handkerchief

I wanted to write about an image that popped into my mind.
A young woman waves her parting beloved off to war.
I wanted this image to exist, outside of my head, perhaps online. So I tapped in etching and goodbye, specified image but, just as when you take a pencil and put it to paper, it never comes out the way you wanted it, so I did not find my dream image.

Instead, I found a book that you can read for free, with the most beautiful images illustrating it. I greedily scrolled through the sheets, but didn't read. Hopped, skipped, jumped, searching for my image. How would that person who wrote that feel? Me, sifting through with my sieve, searching for imaginary nuggets.

An Onlooker in France 1917-1919, by William Orpen

Next, handkerchief and wave - a load of handkerchiefs and their various purposes came back. I have seen them used for many things: washing a child's face before church, as a flirtation tool in a dance, on old men's heads to shield the sun, with a knot tied to remember something to someone.
And then, for magic.