“Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.”
Tis the season. With every nutcracker that leers at me from a window, and every bar of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy that wafts past me, my heart momentarily seizes. If I am honest, I must accept the fact that it will never again be filled with the kind of joy that each year of pink satin and false eyelashes brought. So I hold on tight, and take a breath, and when I exhale I remind myself that the visions that dance in my head are real if I leave my heart open to yours.