A lifetime of memories

can show up at your doorstep

and sweep you up in love

like the wind that brings changing seasons

collects the leaves for colorful treasures

to be pressed and captured in scrapbooks and photographs.

We can live in the memory of love

as the wind that rushes through us with intensity just by

that one glance you just gave me.

Life moves so quickly at moments collecting all the fibers of our depths

at other times, still and proportional. Then, slow-silent as snow.

I’m experiencing a timeless place with you right now. It is not a crossroads,

a doorstep, nor a season.

It’s a glorious continuity, a never-ending, undying way for us to collect

ourselves, full of developing smiles and wet-touched by the tears of our trials.

My love is with you always.