My head on your lap, we listened to music from years gone past. Songs we had forgotten about, and wouldn't have remembered if it weren't for a chance find.
You fell asleep while my fingers slipped and slid over yours, making little new patterns with the lines in your hand.
I tried not to shift my head on your lap - so you wouldn't wake up, so I could feel your warm breath on my forehead - while the rain and snow continued to fall silently in the late evening. Even the incessant New England winter wind died down and the impatient possums in our backyard stepped lighter on fresh snow.
You slept on while dreams drifted about, some of them falling loose and floating down to me.

Once again, through this blog where we found so much, dear husband - Happy Valentine's day.

Happiness to all my (two-and-a-half) readers too.