It’s amazing how much I can love. I love my life. I have a warm place to live, and so many possibilities. I also love the ones I left behind. I love the smell of leaves as they sleep on the ground, the smell of hay or rain. I miss the drunken laugh of my friends, the advice of my father. I love the driveway of the last place I lived. I miss the hills and the places I’ve been, the sun behind closed eyes like red velvet, snow, a fragrant pipe against rain covered streets, night time loneliness, wearing jackets, farms, holding my breath for spring. I love my aching heart. I love the touch of skin before I fall asleep. I love bravery. I love the shape of Ohio. I love my lover’s ciriticism.  I love hope. And slow anticipation I also love.  I love the idea of not knowing where I’ll be tomorrow, and when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.