February 7th

One day, twenty years from now, I will stumble across this photograph and feel how I am right now. I will close my eyes and you will sit next to me, your fingers lightly grazing my kneecap. And your sly grin will crinkle the edges of your bottomless eyes. And I will remember the heron that swooped down out of nowhere, and how time seemed (only briefly) to stand still, save for the slowly setting sun.

(Well that was something)