There had been a snowstorm that year.
She had been secured by her own demons…and, prone.
For the first time, I had seen love barely breathe in.
For the first time, I had seen love barely breathe out.
Slowly with little fanfare, I witnessed endearment leave the house.
Surprising the deception of blue sky on an October day in New Hampshire.
There is little opportunity to what the sun brings…
The conflicts between what we do…what we mean…what we say…
Unnoticed changes between nightmares and daydreams.
How winter can suddenly arrive on an October day