a night in this house on the hill not unlike the very first night here:
standing at picture window, looking past the silhouetted trees and out across the living city,
recognizing change

sacred things



i had turned the lights out in our then-new house
and called you to the window to show you

sacred things









"let it go, baby
i love you"






let it go

but bring a blanket to wrap around your shoulders, please,
for i know you can get so cold

and i love you so