In the windy sunshine of a California mountain trees singing their green anthem in all directions, I think of you. My heart fills with hopeful longing, smiling secretively into the horizon, winking at the aether, hiding nervous belly ready to unfold in tidy laughter. The breeze you licks my forearms. Even the ground you presses back against my curling toes. Who “you” are is another matter though, for sun now, it doesn’t.