He made it through.
He has shivered in the cold. He has been battered by harsh winds. He has held my gaze throughout and told me we were in it together.
This winter has been more gentle on me than any before and, although I have had a few harsh bumps lately, I have been rewarded by knowing it has been different. I'd hate to add up how many years depression has been snapping at me but I take great inspiration from small changes. The possibility brings possibility!
My beautiful friend the tree who never moves from my side, and often sits with me as I eat breakfast, is growing again. Spring has winked at him. He is putting on tiny undergarments of green. He remains a very large half a tree, having only grown on one side, but each year he develops a little more and I wonder if one day his half-ness will be unrecognisable?
He's back. And his courage, his strength, his solidity, his beauty and his charm has won me over all over again. I swoon into his shadow and I bat my eyelashes as cartoon love hearts pour from my eyes towards him. Ah he is my prince!
The room above the garage with a beating heart.
A Moodscope member.