I will dance a little. I will move with the wind. I will give my body to my love and celebrate that we have substance beyond the idea of ourselves. We can move. We can touch. This is my physical exclamation point. This is how I can awaken my mind to the possibilities in the day.

I will move with the wind.

A holiday, the day I first named you, "friend."

Be guided by the stars which you place well on the canopy of your night sky.

This day boldness is manifested in a simple grace: gratitude.

Extend your hand with the strongest reach.

Go ahead. Weep for the rare, the never seen this way again, the excruciating, ineffable, unmitigated beauty of love.