There is so much that needs to be done today, but I can’t do anything other than sit here, wonder where it is You have gone with my heart, and long to be with You as in our yesterday.

It is an extraordinary thing — this engaging feeling that comes with simply remembering You — even though I have no idea where You are. How is it possible to feel such an abiding tenderness for what I am unable to see? Let alone touch or possess? And yet!

On mornings like today with such soft winter sunlight gliding through the bared branches and the air so cool and undisturbed, I’m moved to embrace the thought that it is enough just to feel the way I do.

Actually, it occurs to me on days such as these that it is in the loving that one finds love.