It is early and chilly and the wind is blowing nicely. The coldest it has been in a while.
I am downstairs and I can hear the heavy weighted foot steps of my love above me.
How beautiful to know that above me his exhausted body is waltzing around preparing for a day of cool air and love.

I use to have so much to say
I had so many thoughts to share

I wonder if that desire will ever return
If that creativity will ever spark again