Call me crazy, but just now I'm having a picture in my mind of YOU under a big wooden desk, and it was a cave with a candle lightening the scenery of a play of a child and there is a smell of vanilla and cinnamon and winter tea and I'm sitting silently near you and holding your hand ... just NOW.

And as if having all the time in the world,
I
let
you
be.
The one you are.