I see you coming South, to the bay. Come, make your way. I’m not scared. I’m waiting. Come, close the distance. Soft licks of air, cool fingers. Come. I breathe you, taking velvet steps toward you, like a cat. I’m here where you can see me, here where you can have me, and I feel you coming… and the clouds roll up beneath us and thundering, you roar…. smashing open the sky and even heaven is crying as we shake the last hours from this day and feel our rain of tears disappear as they fall.