love letter

It's Thursday night and there's a dreadful chill in this house. The days have been beautifully orchestrated with energetic love. We last saw eachother 2 and a half days ago, and I can confidently say this is the first moment off the high since then. Only slightly is all, and I have candles, music, and inspirational projects keeping me company. I think the tiny rainclouds passing through may be due to my wandering eyes, drifting toward the size 12 shoes in the corner, and missing the feet that go in them. I enjoy those feet.