I haven’t seen you in a while.
Yet I still look for you in everyone I see. I held on to the tones of your jaw, the contours of your cheeks. And every time I meet a stranger with your crystal blue eyes. I know it sounds weird, but my knees still grow weak.
To be alive in this beautiful, self-organizing universe – to participate in the dance of life with senses to perceive it, lungs that breathe it, organs that draw nourishment from it – is a wonder beyond words.
Saturday Night: loud music, too many alcoholic beverages, great moments that you never want to forget but will in the morning, drinking phone calls, dancing, laughing, a good time.
Sunday Morning: warmth, laying under covers, hot coffee, not wanting to get up, comfy pyjamas or none at all, sunlight streaming through the windows, happiness.