Invested

Ah, my dear, the world outside has finally gone soft enough to accept us as we are. Snow has sifted down and made puffy mounds of the upended sage, the sentinel stones, the things that might have been soft before.

I appreciate how you nudged me and winked as I scratched through payments for our bills. In my head, I was thinking, “We need this, need this, don’t need that” as I considered expenses.

By the way, there is something important I forgot to tell you. The first time we kissed, and the most recent—I wish it had lasted longer.

—Mitchell Hegman

For Desiree