I love squealing with delight as the first hummingbird hits the feeder. The sounds of live music wafting from the plaza, and sun setting pink in the sky.
I wonder why we get so trapped by labels and definitions, and the illusion of time when love—is everywhere…?
I’m having an affair with a robin, who greets me each morning, an orchid a student gifted, and friend, who when I close my eyes messages… ‘sweet dreams.’
It seems to me, tis the season…
Love,