part 2

expansively flat and wide, short and suffocating, tall and epiphanic, the short-lived eternal gray sky of a prairie midwest fall into winter was the moment of conception.
It was later, at the banks of a southern Illinois lake that I met your mother.  She was no where near southern Illinois at the time.  But we met, where she needed to meet me.  To be introduced, and again.
It is a thread that loops and pierces and tugs, pulls, loops again to pierce, tug, and pull. At once, material pulled into a bunch, secured and inevitable. The gift of a flower - inevitable, but fragile, and perfect.