On Kindness: The World Waits
It's early. Light from the window bounces around the room. I catch our image in the mirror; I'm laying on my side and your arm is supporting my head while your left drapes across my waits. You perch your head on the side of my face. Under the blanket, where not even you or I can see, our legs intertwine around each other, forming strong roots in this morning haven. You're in the background of this perfectly-lit, perfectly-framed, non-existent photograph, but you're all I take in. The white light, the lace curtains, the cloud-like duvet: all in the periphery. I catch the slight smile that's drawn across my face and know you feel it, too, because your eyes turn up, allowing your laugh lines to greet the morning.