Last night, RW came home for a visit.
It was quite by surprise.
I had been up the mountain running. It was dark when I opened the front gate and walked back into the yard with the pointers.
On the front porch was a quietly burning candle, an incredible and shockingly beautiful handful of osprey feathers,
a delicate little teacup and a perfectly preserved hummingbird.
I was confused for a moment.
Then I realized the gifts were from RW, because only RW could give me gifts as wonderful as these…gifts so elegant, wild, delicate and perfectly meaningful to me in every way.
I ran into the house searching madly for him and found him standing in the kitchen
with his beautiful, crooked smile.
I fell into his arms and cried.
I haven’t seen him in a couple of months.
His presence…his presence here…is…
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Have a beautiful weekend, winged ones.
We shall too.
xx