6:52 am
That distinctive whistling of the first morning thrush wakes me again, only slightly earlier now.
Now that…
“February’s (nearly) over and time March-es on, yesterday, yesteryear got up and gone.”
—— Loudon Wainwright III
I remember nothing of last night’s dream. I don’t even have any images to draw from but somehow I retain a clear feeling of empowerment from it. It’s a lingering sense of joyous self-worth. I stretch in bed and smile, taking in as much as I can of the moment… a moment to share with my sweetheart.
6:57 am
As I wait for her reply, I take take a photo to use as the featured image for this post. At first, I put it up on Instagram in my usual fashion, using my favorite filters. My sweetheart replies and then calls, I tell her about the photo and how much I liked the light this morning.
“So you didn’t use any filters for this picture then?” she asks.
We talk for an hour and twenty-six minutes…
9:07 am
I return to my desk after breakfast and…
Inhale, two, three, four, five, six…
Exhale two, three, four, five, six…
I love my sweetheart so much. I love our relationship. How we have been so successful at making this work, despite the current physical distance.
And I know that the reason it works, is because we have MADE it work.
And we are continuing to make it work.
We are not looking for shortcuts and thus we are doing the WORK of making it work… this labor of love.
No shortcuts.
I re-read the quotes I shared in yesterday’s post and…
I delete the filtered photo from Instagram and upload the original.
I replace that same image here and will now publish today’s post with a new featured image.
No filters.
Blessed…
m(___)m
