A Love Letter

They say proximity is the largest factor in determining who will fall in love. So, love finds its way between workers and in social circles. In other words, “Love the one you’re with.”

But that’s not how it is with you and me. We are drawn together by an elemental attractor: a merging of the souls. Or, perhaps, an emerging of the souls, as each of our inner selves comes forth from its shell to dance together in a meadow beneath the stars. To cavort…. To crack wise….

And the folks who live in cabins in the forest around the meadow are awakened by the commotion and say, “Do you hear that? Sounds like those otters got into the cooking sherry again.”