There’s a chill in the air, you have a stuffy nose but don’t worry, it makes your eyes shine brighter. I’ve been collecting teapots and wooly scarves so we are prepared. Phantom bonfires are enticing me as I anticipate those nights when we stand beneath the stars,  real and man-made, craning are necks to immerse ourselves more fully in their beauty, straining our arms to share our warmth. Share our everything. I miss you before you’ve gone.