Love letter # 88

Last night it rained like sorrow.

Today the air is thick, every drenched flower sweet with scent. I move through the humid light and – wouldn’t you know it – all I see is you. I carry you in my thoughts like a half remembered song, and I find that I still move in time.

You are out there somewhere, yet also still here. Not so much a ghost, as a deliverance.

When I love you the whole world is transformed; the ordinary magnificent, the simple exquisite. Everything soaked in wonder.

Last night it rained like sorrow. Today it glistens like beauty.