it might have been a thursday.

Now the rain finally falls. Cold but sweet. Providing, nuturing, growing, new places. Life giving and precious. The cold rain falls.
My feet are soaked. The damp moisture follows me around. In and out of class, back and forth to home, and to you.
We walk hand in hand. Slower than before. Our connection is deeper and farther than it has been previous. The past is still around through.
(falling like cold rain.)
Today i skipped. Made love. Ignored my oils. One love over another.


I miss my oil.