Love Without Thunder

Dan -Open_Window_H

When did I know I loved you?

A flash of lightning?



No. Or surely I would have remembered.

Not thunder or earthquake. 

An awakening.

Dawn on a summer day.

An open window.

A breeze in the early morning.

When the air should be still

There was love.

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