Well, it's raining here in New York, and I haven't had much to do but miss my love, and hold tightly to him through the tiny version of us that we created, and dream of rainy, magical things...
Hope your 'right now' is filled with something beautiful.
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands