Frost.

I find myself pacing...so very hard to stand still.
My favorite grey hoodie keeping my head warm as the crisp air creeps into open spaces.
My hands fisted inside these big soft pockets.
The world is so big.
So full of ideas and goals and things to touch while we know we are here.
This heart just wanting to remain open and warm.
This desire just wanting a place to find rest and be held.
I get lost in the details of what my eyes capture before me.
Nature's growth wrapped by the Earth's changing atmosphere.
My little Harmony roaming where her nose leads her.
The warmth of my breath creates a dance of fog around my face.
Yet, something is missing out here in the quietness.
Looking into your sage eyes is what I begin to dream of.
Feeling your hand touch my favorite spot on the back of my neck is what I really yearn for.

I stand now with my eyes resting behind their lids for a moment.
A tender mantra runs through my mind.

I slowly turn to walk back through the door.
I gently remove my loyal hoodie and shake off the chill.
I purposefully crawl under the covers again, Harmony by my side...
as a surge of heat cracks the cold surface.

You are resting RIGHT THERE.
I realize
I AM here with you now.

Finally.
I am still.