Soon arriving to where my Far-Away-Boy lives. I watched the countryside pass on the train all afternoon, and finished a book that I’d bought, er, yesterday (I tend to binge). Saw a cow peeing, and a weasel, and a woman on a bicycle, and the beginnings of flowers everywhere.
Spring is revving up but it’s not here yet. The sky is gray and the lakes dark. The rivers are bloated both with rain and snow melt. The grass is becoming greener with all the rain, though, and it hints of life coming back to the landscape.
I will spend tonight in the arms of my love and the gray and rain can’t enter the sun in my heart. I want to kiss his lips, and caress his back while he sleeps. Love can be an antidote to the rainiest weekend ever invented.