And then, there was you

The most unexpected feather fell in my hand a month ago.  I decided to keep it close to my heart for a while.

Nowadays, the feather flies freely in the winter storm yet always comes back to me.  

"For you my sweet feather, my window will stay open so you can visit whenever.  I shall be patient and wait for you..."

I'm starting a new chapter.

Sing a song

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car,
but because they can sing a song only you can hear.
-Oscar Wilde