My beautiful now slipping away. My beaming angel in the winter light. I finally emerge from my machine entrapment: the basement, forever looking forward to the lion in the bush instead of the abundance of love in my hands. But now I see you, a pure call from my lighthouse. You take me away to a better place. Your wisps of blonde were catching the winter sun bent low to the horizon. Did you know it casts a long shadow and entrances all objects in its glow? You entrance me. I stop and gaze. I won’t leave. No, my Rowan. I’ll find your eyes. Yours find mine. We smile. My heart shines. I want to leave my love onto your soul as quickly while the worry slips back down off my shoulder and slithers to its cave. I’m free for a moment. Free to see you. To dodge back and forth behind the couch, playing hide and seek to create a memory for myself. Now I write to burn it forever for us both. You laugh, I laugh. Lola laughs with us. She is a vessel for your joy. I turn to leave and you cry out in a deep agony. My love! How could I break your heart? Yes, you will grow old and be well, sharing in an everyday heartbreak of a babe losing its connection. Lola will heal you. But as I try to console you, I know the truth. You live it, you are the truth. The moment is everything, this is everything. I’m sorry I lost it, but it’s life and it’s beautiful. Now I burn these words onto our souls with love. I bind us together forever as we pass this story down. Stay forever my beaming angel in the winter light.