Stranger than fiction.
Two shadows of former selves,
Meeting in a dream.

A status to change.
Big decisions are involved.
Caught up in chaos.

Love is the answer.
It is stronger than you think.
Binding together.

Children painting clay.
The end of the term draws near.
Taking home their work.

Creativity.

What do I do when I'm out?

Getting inspired.

A new year rings in.

The future is unwritten.

Finding joy in all.

Keeping your promise.
Taking vows in truth held high.
Knowing it will last.

Another year gone.
Older and wiser we grow.
Innocence is shed.

Two days from today.
I will be driving up North.
Heartache ends with cheer.

Stomach full of fish.
Getting sushi with the guys.
Running up a tab.

So much art to see!
Dali, Magritte, Picasso...
New luggage rules suck.

In the midst of night
an evil clown was lurking
in Hotel Vernon.

Many reunions.

Thirty one months and counting.

Two will be as one.

Digging for mushrooms.

Two dead squirrels with missing eyes.

Fungus among us.

Spotting small bubbles.
Digging through the sand, unearthed.
Clam chowder for lunch.

Unpacked, put away.
Shiny new supplies are here,
Waiting for small hands.

Getting used to it.
The empty void of person.
Solitude is mine.

Trudging through this life.
The only constant is change.
Its time to evolve.

A few hours left.
A climactic reunion.
Months to be as one.

Ten agile fingers.
One hundred and five small keys.
Type type type type type.