I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks. Three 8-year-old weeks. Imagine. To gather everything I needed to become Batman. Rope, Boomerangs, a mask, a vest with metal parts. I couldn’t find a cave so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy.

Years after I tried to find the spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched so many spots it seemed impossible that I missed any.  But I never found it.

How can something just not be there anymore? How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?

It was a secret time and place, you next to me, untraceable and out of this world

It is not the diamonds or the birds, the people or the potatoes; it is not any of the nouns. The miracle is the adverbs, the way things are done. It is the way love gets done despite every catastrophe.

Sometimes, you just have to let go of a fighting chance. Sometimes, it’s enough to know that it will never happen. And as much as it may pain you, you have to gather yourself and be okay. Walk away quietly with beautiful memories.

Let the gentle breeze that brushes your cheeks serve as subtle waves goodbye.

Here’s to hoping the weather clears up in your part of the map.

For what it’s worth, however brief, you made my days nothing short of wonderful. And for that, thank you. Thank you very much. For reminding me of how beautiful things can be.

We’re alright. And if you don’t think so, we’ll all be alright.

Know that I’ll always be here. So please, if you don’t mind, remember me.

I haven’t been here in months. It’s safe to say that things have been okay. And I guess that’s good. Life’s been a steady beat in measurements predictable – borderline mundane.

It wasn’t ‘til a few weeks back that things picked up. As to how this all pans out, I am clueless. But for what it’s worth, days have been quite better as of late.