Dearest solar eclipse, liberator, teacher of life, proof of life. Mystery in motion. Mood ring eyes. Creator of my laughter, the best medicine.

Love is such an inadequate word. You put those four letters to shame every time I try to use them. All of my words fumble and hesitate in your presence; a kiss can’t do you justice. Nevertheless, I keep trying.

This house is quiet without you. Summer is working its way past the river, climbing up our balcony toward the open door. Everything is green, the air is sweet, and quiet. You’ll be home soon. I’ll be waiting to watch your eyes darken, the flames singe the moon, listening for the mystery and the laughter to fill up these rooms.

See you soon.