It came to me in the middle of the night. I woke to an alarm, the inner one that goes off and sends us trance like from a warm and secure bed, out into the dark, cold living room. I rescinded my step halfway to listen to the howl of the wind, and see tree branches bending like modern dancers.
After making coffee, I sat down at the table, lit the candles and let the darkness open my mind. Imagine love is a tunnel without any closure rising from your soul, branching out in every direction you move and think and feel. After you’ve been in the tunnel and it surrounds you, there is nothing that can compare to loving first. You begin the day by loving something, a smile on your lover’s face, a cat’s purr, a sunrise over the mountain, a cup of coffee, it doesn’t matter.