This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
-Peonies, Mary Oliver

17 January 2009

A love story begun.

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind was howling and the lights were flickering. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the exact setting, but it certainly seemed like it. It was the day I came to Manchester, my family had just left me, and my internet was not working! Faintly, through the sounds of excited, giggling girls, I heard something close to a low rumble. No it wasn't thunder - it was . . . it was a male! And his voice was coming from just next door! Without even time to develop a coherent plan, I went over and asked him if he could help me with my computer. With a big smile and a bounce of brown, curly hair he was in my room inspecting my computer. In no time at all he had my computer up and connected to the internet. But that was not the only thing he got connected that day. You see, unbeknownst to him, he had connected our hearts and our future.