A closing reprise for Valentine’s Day finds us all a little bit, or a lot, older.
The years pass, and with them twenty-three Valentine’s Days so far… and counting.
There is more in that than can ever be said, more in those years and days than can ever be expressed or conveyed – not in a blog or a book, not in a whispered bedroom conversation or an exquisitely-rendered work of art. How wonderful it should be so – how wonderful that love can not be confined or bound to those worldly things. How wonderful that love can be so elusive and slippery, and at the same time so sustaining and stalwart. How wonderful love can be…
