it’s going to take every second you own, and all the others you don’t. there is a sweetness to the morning dew, even when the blooms are frostbitten. this morning had to come, as she was. there was no barrier, no fight, just peace. the grass poked the skin of your feet, standing there just past the deck. as a log was tossed into the fireplace, a dark blue hazed through the window. you stood as the stove cracked, and yawns began to fill the room.

it was an instant, but a lifetime. they loved deeper than they ever knew, the world did not exist past this, and you held him, all night. with this joy comes release, we are learning this. we must leave room, for what we need to welcome in. remember that. take this fire with you, and let her continue to burn into a slow and peaceful simmer, only awaiting your assistance to stoke the flame again, forevermore.

a love note to her, in the midst of wedding planning.