And then, a moment, bolting through the rain and hail, soaked, stripped, plummet into warm inviting bath...and I look at him and feel more connected than I've felt for a very long time.

Has it been so long, is my faith so weak that I didn't recognise it?

And it didn't stop.

All weekend, very little sleep, both banal and riveting conversations, lots of giggling and tender staring moments and I was totally there. My heart felt so full, so accessible to him, and he saw it and took it all and honoured it with his embrace. Arms wide open.

Such easy, seamless intertwining of bodies and ideas like a rare exotic dance brought out for a visiting dignitary.

And now he's gone and I'm floating like the mist outside swirling around the trees.