During the past four days, we’ve had another four inches of rain. Very mild out. Still no frost. The jade plants on the front step are thriving. The earth worms have pushed up countless little air holes in the yard, among the fir needles blanketing the ground. Moss mounds everywhere. Where does the water go? Into gutters and dreams, rivers and streams, and vast mental crevices. Into me, and into the sea. That’s all I know. Until you join me. Then I’ll know everything, love that you are.