She asked if I had ever considered becoming a professor. The way I light up when I talk about things I love. The tangents that all come together again. How I don't force opinions, giving people enough to be curious and let them explore the topic. This is why I love her, twin star who always smiles even when life gives her trial after trial.
Earlier this week two artists poolside and a world of stories to tell. A talent that is so potent it would be a plague on this city if it could be as viral as it is strong. I welcome such infections into the landscape for creativity can be its terraforming. Let us forge new connections in this city so that we become responsible for its veins and bleeding hearts. How I love such moonlit nights that become mornings.
Also today from the rosy-fingered dawn, Homeric in her reaching out across the sky. She also sees the energy accumulating and beats abundance in her soul. Her enthusiasm is a cloak of stars glitters all she covers. Welcome greeting to my morning, and I must endeavor harder to keep connecting. Every time it leaves me dreaming.
Stoic statesman who was not for meetings but blesses progress by and by. He inspires new cities and has made us a congress for the forward leaning future. He brought lifeblood to this fair city, and he will be the herald of its streets of gold.
Always editing my works for sending out into the world. For he wishes that I look my best; which means the pressing of many commas and the cleaning of all the spelling. This week was busy with submissions, and he likely had to work as hard as I.
The two who have loved me much and asked nothing in return but to keep on creating, I owe so much happiness too. They are always teaching me something new, from crates to blood it's entertaining. I love each day spent in the blistering heat because the way they bring to life the world around them is a kind of magic rare and kind.
I was charged to be more grateful, and those above are many reasons why I am.