This morning...

I woke up missing you this morning. Or, well, missing you more than usual. I couldn’t tell you why, really. Perhaps I was dreaming about you, and just can’t remember. I know you were certainly on my mind as I went back to sleep last night. You usually are, these days. Right now, I imagine you’re up in the mountains, greeting the dawn. I can see you in my mind’s eye, your dark hair flitting in the breeze, your chest rising and falling as you breathe in the cool morning air. I hope your wild soul finds some peace there, my heart, in that glorious liminal space. I, for my part, will be right here, now and always. I love you, so very much.