LOVE IN THE WINTER
Dearest Deborah,
It is, indeed, cold outside, but as I made it on my way to the train station this morning, the ice slippery, the wind hard and stubborn, the sidewalks and snow and streets--I was warm because of my thoughts of you.
Love is like a warm puppy, they say, but I like to believe love is you against me and our warmth combining to heat the furnaces in our hearts forever.
Love forever and always, Michael
It is, indeed, cold outside, but as I made it on my way to the train station this morning, the ice slippery, the wind hard and stubborn, the sidewalks and snow and streets--I was warm because of my thoughts of you.
Love is like a warm puppy, they say, but I like to believe love is you against me and our warmth combining to heat the furnaces in our hearts forever.
Love forever and always, Michael
posted by A Teacher's Log | 5:47 AM
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