August Skies

It's moments like these that I miss you more than my heart can bear. You should be with me, staring out the window watching the clouds that will soon be below us shifting with the untamable winds. But maybe you're more like the wind and I the clouds. You're wild, unpredictable, influential, and complex. You move me to be full in who I am, to be beautiful in the midst of your strong heart. We fit together. We were designed for one another. But we were not designed to be still. You are constantly moving, seeking more, and full of courageous force. But, without the clouds, the winds are seldom seen and, without the winds, the clouds are seldom moved. So, although we need each other to thrive as the wind needs the clouds and the clouds the wind, we cannot be still together. When we are still, we are nothing. So we continue to move and be moved. And thus we continue to fall in and out of each other: loving and needing and fearing and missing.