Every thought of you

Hmm...You liked the soup pic I shared with only you. Your reply made me smile so wide. The soup I spent hours making with vegetables like lentils, black beans, onions, carrots, collard greens, basil, potatoes, okra and...a fruit like a vegetable--tomato. It was a good soup for a most dreary day when it rained most of the morning and afternoon and from the writing room I could hear the wind howl like spirits when the wind hit against the opening in the building's exterior and underneath the double-window of the writing room and the sliver of walls between the single window that juts out from the living room nook. Meantime, I can see the delicate little shrubs shaking violently back and forth below the window and spitting rain covers the glass and drips in spots like tears of a crying people. The attached was taken the late night on South Park Street when I was bicycling and stopped on the grass in front of the church to admire that tall white steeple set against the bluest dawn. You would have thought we were the only persons left in the universe because there was no sound and nothing stirred save me and my every thought of you.

First Presbyterian Church, South Park Avenue, Florence, SC

Love didn't actually come quickly.  It's hard for me to be in love when I am madly in love with me. But your persistence...was relentlessly... and you became my other Heart.