I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden
Found at last in meeting eyes.
-Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
*note: I don't what it is, perhaps it's all of the craziness and commotion of the past couple weeks (ie: car crash, neck pain, computer crash, boards exam, general surgery rotation, working weekends) but I'm slumping into a funk. All i want to be is with Tommy, and I'm sad I'm still far away. He is home. I miss home.