Turning attention to...

...messy desk, undone stuff, things left hanging in the middle.
By this, I mean both the outside world---my desk, the pantry, the closet of precious miscellaneous, etc.; and also the inside world---my half-done projects, my dangling threads, my mind.

It is one of those nights when I wish I could even just dream of curling up with my beloved and falling  asleep to the rhythm of his breathing.  
(I note that my wishes and longings now have gone a step farther away from wishing for actual flesh and blood.)
Does this longing ever go away?
I don't know yet; I am reporting from the field.

May we all be blessed tonight by dreams.