A Wish for You

Good morning, it is 11:01 as I type up this post and I find myself looking out of the window of my classroom from the second floor and gazing over the tree line. Looking at it gave me another way to think of you. I see you as the line between the trees and the sky-- in the small branches that protrude just slightly more above the rest, almost as if they are reaching to capture a handful of clouds in their stiff hands. I see you in the swirls of clouds that meet the tips of the branches, and it reminds me of cotton candy being spun on a stick at a carnival. Some of the trees are still bare, while others are beginning to grow tiny white petals that look like a dusting of powdered sugar. I see you in all of them, and the spaces between the branches too, where the blue of the sky peeks through and casts shadows on the ground. The shadows look like zebra stripes, going from dark to light. I think of you in silent moments that I get to myself like this, a reflective opportunity to see the world in you. I miss you, and as it gets close to 11:11 I wish to see you this month and enjoy both you and the world at the same time-- sharing moments with you that I see in my dreams at night.

Always with sincerity,

Em