I hear the exclamation point.

We drove on highways cutting through countryside, where wires hang from telephone poles like a noose, coiled firmly to dare you. The air gets cleaner while we drive down the palm line road and I tell him I love the name Blythe and we both agree that under the olive trees would be a great spot for a wedding reception.

We took silhouette shots against the sunlight as it set behind the pine trees. We laughed everytime we forgot to manually cock the new camera. We laughed everytime we said cock the camera. It was a wonderful post valentine celebration.

At the moment all I feel is exhaustion. It holds my arms heavy to the desk like paperweights and hangs my eye lids like canvas. Exhaustion has become my friend. It makes me sleep-except for tonight-it makes me rest. It gives me something to look forward to every day; sleep. Rest. Goodnight.

And I'd never felt power like that. In the middle of the movie, like a flash of lightening in the hot summer sky, like headlights in your country cottage window, like a wind that rips at the buttons in your coat it pinned me down and made my hairs stand on end. I can no more describe this moment to you, strangers, than I could to myself. It can only be wrapped up in sounds, exclamation points and firecrackers. This is oneness. Our souls are interlocked. This is a glimpse.
This is worth waiting for.

Goodnight. Sweet goodnight.
-A.H.