Halfway

We are halfway through the year with the shortest day signaling the start of the cold portion of Winter.

The nights are no longer as long as they've been...each day, hour by hour they will brighten slightly.  Imperceptibly.

What the sky doesn't reveal is they will remain so glaringly long across the distance between us.  Across the hours and time and moments...across roads and traffic.  Across state lines, blurred lines.

I hate the start of winter, but candidly it has been winter for some time now...

Although every once in awhile, when we dart into each other, on that rare occasion, it crams an entire summer's day into the heat and smashes the distance into an inch that I so rapidly want to close quietly, in a brief and elegant silence...that lasts like the longest day of the year.