You feel different than usual to me... punctual yet gentle, alluring and yet wise. I've seen you creeping around most mornings of late, and I know you keep some dark secret locked within... as if you've gone to battle and returned, a silent, humble keeper of the freedom we reap.
You don't want to talk about it, I know - how everything is different now and most don't see. You're not here to forewarn or forebode... this is where you belong. But in the peaceful morning light I see you in the shadows, growing like a shy adolescent boy.
You're not revealing yourself fully, but you are here nonetheless. And good news or bad, I for one can't wait to hear the stories of where you've been and what you've seen. You remind me what it's like to be young and ever so excited to grow older.





