Find the time and space to look out a window.
Twilight grey rain falls lightly enough to dot the window panes.
Through the window, a pond, patterned by rain, ruffled by wind.
Trees downed over winter cleared space, the opening enclosed by newly leafing trees. Green, green lawn fills window to pond.
A squirrel seeks supper, dun-grey female cardinal does the same.
A piano piece, Comptine d’un autre été, plays in the background, notes rain down.
When you find that place, real or imagined, I will be there.
Confluence in the splendid, despondent, wholeness.
Never more myself.
It will be good to see you.
Shouldn't...but Do 
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