while i sit here in the snow,
she's on california time.in california
weather,
in her california clothes
and eating
and drinking her
california
wine, her grapes
and avocados.
but it doesn't matter.
the miles between us,
nor the hour
of the day or night.
we have our own
schedule within,
that keeps us connected.
a jet stream of love
flying in upper winds.
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