I do not assume a lot ....

I don't assume the spring will come or the streams will flow again...

when the birds will spread their wings and  breathe in the warmth filled with life.

I just don't assume the winter will end.

you know what?

I don't know when I started that...

somewhere between Key West and Buffalo...

somewhere between the palm trees and the canal, there was living you know?

There was those nights of wonder and the nights of slipping into the depths of the dark.

I don't assume.

So, tomorrow when you wake up and say" I love you", its the miracle of miracles.

...and every day after.