Always Learning

Today is the first day of 2013 that actually feels like spring. It's 11 am and already 60 Degrees. My first class was cancelled so I'm sitting outside enjoying the sun as it glitters off my pale winter limbs and I'm missing you. You're at school teaching some chemistry or physics class, manipulating the magics only found in the classrooms of those intrigued with human potions and cures. I love the way you hate your school aloud but secretly love going every day because you know you have the ability to change their lives in only a way that you can. The way you changed mine, though our way is different.

I like that we trade off saving one another from our real world disasters, and that we allow ourselves to be saved. You taught me how to do that; to stop trying to always save myself and sometimes allow someone wonderful to sweep in and save you. You worked your magic on me, but your magic is real. It's not like the kind of magic I love to envelope my imagination in while reading or watching mystical shows only illuminated by ratings and monetary values. Your magic was kindness, passion and trust. Things I knew but had somewhat lost hope in.

But on days like today, Mondays, where I awake first to the shrill scream of your 6am alarm and then again after a drifting slumber to the sweet nectar of your kiss, I can't help but be thankful that the sun rose this morning and my first class was cancelled so I can write this to you and enjoy the way my skin laps up the gentle touch that the sun allows.

You and the sun make me happy. More than happy; loved, cherished and most of all tender.

xoxo

Lindsay