I can't say for sure what happens between these sunrises and sunsets lately. I feel so alive in their presence and so lost everywhere else. A lot of wandering from room to room, wasting time more than spending it. Distracted by the perfection of the weather like those first days of motherhood. The rest of the world went on without us while we sat in bed staring at each other in a trance of love and awe. Can this be real? Is there a threshold where beauty is too much? My heart explodes by evening and puts itself back together again by daybreak.