Basking in the summer sun, humidity sucks upon my skin’s glisten so that hot and bothered, I tried to talk to my lovely wonder out loud:

I ask the light, “Are you always this bright? Or do you actually know my soul, and that’s why your glow makes me so giddy I’m dizzy?”

(Talking to myself, I can’t fathom a true reply, so I go on, knowing that here, when I write, from my own truth I don’t hide🙂

“Your shine twinkles glitter and gold specks, mesmerizing my heart to melt into a fuchsia fusion of delightful energy, and into a slippery fall, I willingly tumble, embracing the dream with no expectation at all.”

(Oh, my dear, fear builds them brooding Indiana cornfield cumulonimbus clouds trembling a thunder of doubt in the backdoor of my mind…

You’re still just a romantic fool by yourself, creating a beautiful reflection of a connection that you must have felt in another lifetime.

Honestly, regardless if I’m in a midlife dream just before 50 or if I’ll never again feel such a passionate glow in the eyes of a similar soul, I’m glad for the treasured moments I now have to hold when life feels unkind, and I get dark and cold!

For the glow, I’m eternally grateful;)

The hand over my heart right now is a sweaty mess, lol.