almost home and i can hardly stand it.

every spring i remember 34th street walking down, finding my first daffodil and bringing it into the basement.

these days, the air is sweet with jasmine and the nights are getting longer and the yellow flowers just started blooming.

and in the air is eternal longing, memories wafting through, a desire for closeness - we embrace our nakedness and hope for connection.

summer is almost here, and with it youth, and horses and the long road home.