In August we drove to Canada. I was in love and you were in denial. The only thing we had in common was a history, and an overwhelming desire to be anywhere bu here. I don’t know if I ever told you how much of you I lost when you went away. I’ve never known a woman so alive as you and I’ve never known a heart so true.

Child of the summer sun - you were born on the longest day, with laughter like a summer breeze, and a smile like the sun and you melted my snow away. But I left the sun in Canada - on a railroad bridge over a highway. It found me there after my longest night and gave light to my longest day.

All winter long, I held on to this crazy dream - that you’d return and we’d fall in love again. When you finally arrived - on that dark December night, I was so cold, and no amount of summer could melt this frost from my bones.

In August, we drove to Canada.