As Always, Yours
As I sit in the dark of night writing words of dauntless hours by the light of my computer screen I plow the fields of thought for a hint of you. A moment where the ordinary becomes extraordinary and the mundane possibilities of tomorrow are relinquished in the cool night air to become a vision of wanted dreams when I close my eyes to sleep. I wonder where I might see you, what you would wear, where I could, for a moment, revel in the vision of my noticing; and where you, so unaware, become enlightened of my presence by the motions of my movements in observing; bringing a like awareness to your presence. I lend my thoughts to nothing more than if we would choose to cross the gaps of our curiosities to inquire a better observation and give ourselves over to the feelings of interest that motivate our visions. Or whether we would be content with the moments as they are, a time to enjoy the pleasure of the experience without awkward overtures to which we would cherish until our next ad...