Every so often, as the day begins, this is what I see at my window. Written in the window dew of a cold room, nearly a year ago, in a playful moment, thinking of a special love. Now it echoes back to me, again and again, when I least expect it, when the light and the dew and the coolness are all falling just right. It makes me smile every time, as it bursts through unannounced. I wonder who will get to notice it, in the years to come, as it continues to make its unexpected appearance.
Maybe someone who just needs to know that they are loved, will be blessed by this whisper of a love echo, when I have long moved on to finger painting on another window in the dew? That makes me smile.
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