I saw her face and I can die in peace. I saw her face and silence broke into a mighty thunder. Peace. My soul is at peace. I might as well die now, old and happy, my dreams fulfilled. And what is more, forgiven.
She was born under a winter sun, I once wrote. I bet you she was. And she has become the pale, warm sun of my winter days.
How on earth does she find enough patience to cope with me is still a mystery. Anyway, I won't try to discover the laws governing the universe we are gradually creating. Let it be as it is, impredictible and relentless. And yet so peaceful. Let us enjoy it for what it is. And live life at its fullest.
No, I'm not ashamed to admit that I have so much to learn from her. I won't carry the weight of the world on my shoulders anymore.
I don't have to be perfect. She doesn't want me to.
Thanks again, lovely angel flying so close to the ground. Time is again on our side.