A little Saturday evening poetry to say hello. Why not, after all? This one is about all that is to come, all that we sit and wonder about when bored, when fearful of where we’ve come from, curious about where we’re heading. This one is about something I can feel, I can see, and I know in some distant far-off, is coming. This one is about simple hope for simple times, for tender moments that say more about the quality of a connection between two souls than any grand romantic gesture ever could. This is about staying quiet, staying still, as to not wake the one that feels safe enough with us to close their eyes and drift away, even for a moment.