The fullness of the humid air, the opened leaves, the flowers, the long days.

The answers that come... are full.

Everywhere I am, I am meant to be lately.

It's a full feeling.

I felt her, while driving to work, the day after my birthday... she wriggled, nudged, hummed. She - my heart - woke with a warm smile, and hummed a soft, deep hello.

She's been trying to tell me that she's been awake the whole time, it's me who's waking up. That feels about right.

I might honor her by learning the song that woke one of us up, and by painting a series for her.

Now, if only I could remember where I placed all my time.