T minus 5 days – can count the days on one hand
Very early this morning – around 1:30 AM, I was lying in bed and it was a three dog night – Arlene was having a bite-mare, Loca was sighing heavily in her kennel, and Stanley, the yellow lab puppy, next door was howling softly in the wee madrugada – and I was lying in the stillness thinking of T. In an hour, she phoned cause we have a thing that is called radar love – we spoke until almost dawn – and together we shared love across a million miles – and the universe itself wasn’t large enough to contain our love – a love that knows no bounds – and our love expanded and expanded and expanded until it exploded into a life of its own. And that dear reader, is something to write home about.