hi, how are you

it's about time
it came back again
if it was going to.
yes something's nesting
in the tentative creeper scribbling
Kellygreen felt tip
across our bedroom window.
hello.
it's a lovely morning.
(from "Sundaysong" by Liz Lochhead)

Hi, how are you? Welcome back, friend. Yep, we're friends. Right? And a little more. More than a little? How much more remains to be seen. I'm in no hurry. I can wait. Wait and see, no worries. It's good just to see you, to see you smile and hear you laugh again. You have a great laugh. You're hip and smart and funny. Yes, handsome, too. Creative. Sweet. Passionate. Hard-working. An amazing dad. Caring. A good heart. And curious--let's not forget that.

You know what? You're a nice person to spend time with.

I'm glad we got to see Elvis together after all. How weird was it that the seats you bought last-minute were right behind the ones I'd had for a month? I told you I thought it was fate and you gave me a look. It sounded like a joke but I was serious--not that we're star-crossed or anything. Not that it's a big deal, just that maybe someone or something thinks that we should be in each other's lives in some capacity. Stranger things have happened. And it was really cool.

Welcome back, friend. How are you? I'm fine.

Peace, hugs.