The coldness of these mornings gets to me every time. And I inadvertently think of you.
I remember the hard days when I was teaching my mind to be disciplined. Sit, for long hours. Read, for long hours. Write, intently. I knew it didn't have to do with my mind. It had to do, with my body. It was my body that I had to train to sit still. To resist the temptation to curl up. Be resilient when it got unpleasant - the matter before me too hard. The body won my war for me. And the mind just followed meekly. If I had to define us I would say we are mostly bodies interspersed with mind even though we like to believe the opposite.
So when I think of you it is my body that is thinking of you. The texture of the climate intermingling with my skin firing up my hormones that shoot straight up to the memory box that associates this feeling on skin with you.
I send this kiss to you. Imagining it landing on your cheek? Oh that little trickery only my little mind can do. Good morning, my dear :)
