I spend these days dreaming about rain. Longing for dappled shades of grey and sprigs of green ready to push through. I want to leave this place getting thoroughly soaked and soggy, washing all of these last few years away. I'm excited to start new with you, to snuggle in close, to hold you tight as we climb up high into the clouds, then higher and higher, until we reach the other side of them where the sun is always bright. Peering out and over, seeing everything fresh and clean with tender, warm flesh and the smell of the earth and distant blooms. Curled toes, mussed hair, buzzy hearts.
