It’s quite a rainy morning here in my little jungle room near the end of Waikupanaha street. My little corner of paradise.

A good time to edit my book, play music, read, watch Netflix, write this and think about my sweetheart…

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Yesterday I left the property earlier than I’d expected so I didn’t write my piece for The Daily Brian until just before midnight. I had to stop by a neighbor’s house near the front gate to pick up a package so I just kept going and drove to the beach park near where my MKP meeting would be later in the evening.

I stopped for a snack along the way and then settled into my carseat to watch an old episode of Criminal Minds on my phone. It’s my sweetheart’s favorite TV show and so during my recovery, I’m occasionally binge-watching them to catch up. It’s pretty good for TV.

I thought of going for a walk to see about taking photos with my collection of new lenses for my phone but then it started to rain again. Not a lot, but enough to make me hesitate.

I saw the time and realized that my sweetheart may be in bed so I called her and we talked for over two hours.

I’m again reminded of how wonderful it is that this technology allows us to do this. We speak of this and our day and our love. We share our ideas and opinions and our lives. We make smoochy sounds with each other. Replicating pillow talk as much as possible. This is what a loving partnership looks like. This is what a loving relationship feels like. No matter where we are. We alway work towards being as together as we can. In any given moment.

The rain stopped and I went to the beach park where my meeting was to be.

It was a beautiful night.

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It just stopped raining again here in the jungle.

Not for long though.

It’s like this in the rainforest in “wintertime”. A bit overcast with periodic downpours. It’s so beautiful between the brief, drenching rains. Green everywhere, glistening in the subdued and diffuse light. The sounds of birds seem softer, solum. Then everything is suddenly overwhelmed by yet another deluge. When the rain pours down again… and again.

Here it comes…

I wish my sweetheart were here.

 

Blessed…

m(___)m