I sit in contemplation
Willing it to grace me with its presence
The harder I try the more it retreats and fades away
Tension slams the swing doors shut
A decision made, space is needed
At home in the mud and rain
Open air soothes a creased brow
A path is trodden in anticipation
To tea, coffee, cold toes, warm hearts
To the joy of sharing time with such a gentle soul
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