Like thread through a needle

Your absence has gone through me

Like thread through a needle

Everything I do is stitched with its color.

 

W. S. Merwin

 

Things might not always be perfect. In fact, they might never be. But oh how sweet it is to listen. Sing. Read. Write. Breathe. 

Now, as the rain falls, listening to Monteverdi, reading W. S. Merwin.