Rain splatters against the window pane during these early hours, I hear the wind whispering outside, trailing through the tall pines, the way it did on our summer walks & all I can think about are your glistening pebbles & the cobwebs we used to play with. We had the power to change the universe, and occasionally we did, on summer walks & during rainstorms, like the one I hear, am listening to this very moment.