Perennial

Restricted from tousling my hair, outside it is windless, except for the subtle breeze invited to kiss my skin. The sun is shining without overworking, covered here and there by a passing cloud with

all due respect. Winter has taken hold escaping a deep

frost, authorizing the tender annuals to survive

a bonus season.

Inside the fragrance of rose petals magically permeates every room, while the bushes they once occupied sleep deeply in Winter's repose.

Resting comfortably atop scarlet dishes all throughout the house, unboxed smooth dark chocolate is readily available for the taking.

Unapologetically, a man I once knew sits across from me in a living room intensely watching as my hands crave creation. Without asking he gets

up and turns on an unfamiliar sultry song I will be hearing for the

first time. Approaching, before he asks me to dance I will put

one finger over my lips signaling a shush. He will obey

by lifting both arms outstretched. Prepared to

embrace, he will pull me in close and we

will dance to the music for longer

than I suspect

remains.