p.s. i love you

I picture myself in a wooden home with mostly windows, down by the lake where the leaves turn orange in the autumn and green in the spring… crickets croaking and light bugs glowing on hot summer nights.  The windows are open and the wind is blowing through the house… I can make hot tea for two or a cup of joe for me and you..  we are far from the road, and the nights are quiet, my bed with white sheets and heavy blankets.  There's books and trinkets all around and a record spinning quietly in the den. We can make fires at night while we stare at the open country sky… I picture myself in a peaceful home…  you are always there beside me and I am always there beside you.