Dearest favorite midnight conversation, well-blended margaritas, cozy hearth fire. Dearest epic. Long lost papyrus. In-line rhyme, moral of the story. You are about to have a major life change. Congratulations. Best wishes. I’m sorry.
Birds are fussing at the squirrels outside this window as I debate with myself about reading Yeats or searching out some enlightening nonfiction. I can’t be there for so many reasons, but as I think of you today, I think of you smiling. A hopeful smile? Nostalgic? Sardonic? Hopeful. Expectant. Blissful.
Thank you for being the person who inspires me to want to be there. Thank you for broadening the scope; perhaps unaware, you’ve helped teach me to look at other-than-me, other-than-mine. I cannot be there now. Someday I will be, and that day I will be fire logs, good margaritas, and background music just for you.
Until then, my greatest hope is that you enjoy the drive north and west. Take your time. Listen to music you’ve never heard before. Smile at yourself in the mirror when the opportunity presents. Watch the way your eyes change when you smile.