Cold Spring Morning...

The sky is a clear expanse of dark blue velvet with a bright half moon punched through it. It is early spring and winter has not quite relinquished her hold on this part of the world. From my front window I can see the moon shadows of bare armed trees on the street. Even from here I know that the morning holds the quite steel cold air close.Stepping out from the yellow artificial light in the doorway to pass into the pale moonlight, I am surprised to find it even colder than I expected. My breath hangs in the air behind me as I walk through it. I am on my way to the trains and know that you are still peaceful in bed sleeping. I can imagine you with your head on white pillows, your curls resting, framing your face. I imagine your hand by your face, a loose fist, a soft curl of slender fingers - a sliver of this same moonlight across your white forearm... I imagine what it would be like to watch you in the morning, having the blessing to hear your breathing, feel the warm tangle of arms and legs and rumpled sheets... to watch you rise and to revel in the wild tangle and curl of your hair... to see the sleepy smile play across your face when you look at me... I would pay a ransom to have this honour to see your eyes flutter open every morning...

Through the day today I will work in my office while you will have the hum of rolling rubber on asphalt below you. I have measured the distance and the time that will separate us. There are times when such a separation would almost hurt, but today I feel light. My steps are buoyant as I head to the station... I am made happy by the knowledge that though the distance between us will grow, the true connection between us is not strained by it... it may be stretched, but any distance will bungee back to where we are close... As I go through the motions of my day, I will imagine you going through your day. Here is how I will keep you close - no matter the stretch of distance and time between us... Here is where I keep you - always.