this morning #1756.
this morning, i’m feeling a bit under the weather. likely the warmer temps. the changing of the seasons. though, like i’ve said, i’m a big fan of spring, i’m no fan of the pollen it brings. it’s weird. some years, i don’t even notice it. looks like this won’t be one of those years though. hopefully it clears up by the time you arrive. fingers crossed! luckily, today i’m not at a loss for words, so here’s a new poem for you: my love is like a well-built fire. twigs to start. larger logs placed just right. tight but with room to breathe. once the fire’s lit, there’s steady heat. warm but not too much. calm & crackling with a touch of awe. flickering & dancing flames. eternal. magical. strong enough to last through the night if we’d like.