See how I meet you, traveler?

 How I find comfort in the room built with the pages of our correspondence?

A space unaffected by the seasons outside

A space governed by a mortgage that is the total of will, time, energy and desire

Until one day when we're older, when we would have paid in full and this would belong to us without debt

Free to come and go as we please in the security that this investment affords

Still this is, for now, a temporal space affected by the seasons beyond it: the relationships, dinners, lunches, concerts

Intrigue, disappointment and the hundred thousand questions that urge us for a resolution

Questions that rush into the room sometimes

Like great winds that scatter these loose pages across the world

Leaving us dispossessed

My Jarula

Happy Birthday