You leave impressions on everything. Like fingerprints on misted windows. You welcome each raindrop that kisses your face but ponder the purposeful aimlessness of the rain as an image of immense fragility. Your words like dappled sunlight peeking through the trees are like thoughts, planted in the heart, growing too fast. But the secrets that are kept hidden behind thoughtful yet precipitous eyes are as intense as a love affair. The silence, the raging, the zest for growing older, the abstract shadow you cast on a hot sidewalk, the air you breathe…all point to a quiet type of bravery.