My very bones feels like feathers. The wind today caressed my body so tenderly and I couldn't help imagine how he will caress my features like an angel- light airy barely there but something etheral. And at every moment free of the silly thing forced upon us all- work- I'm constructing our tiny visit- a breath of warmth in this cold metallic concrete place. He's holding my hand now- I imagine as i stroll alone through the most stunning spring day- and talking of the day that lay out before us like some strange land yet to be discovered. He'd give me a quick kiss on the cheek when i begin to make off colored comments. Giggling we'd grab lunch at Weaver Street Market and sit outside and watch the hippies play guitar and gather about at random. Studying how everyone seems so inter-connected here. Lounging we'd talk about everything and nothing. Then, like a leaf on the wind we'd glide away. Away to a place only we'd know. Oh! how it feels as though I drift above the ground. The pavement doesn't exist right now. Ah, to be with him, *dreamy sigh* my love....