With cold hands and warm hearts, another morning beckons.

The familiar shadow of mundane repetition.

Content in the four walls of my inner peace, a haven for my calm.

Embrace the serenity, be still my racing thoughts.

Savor the pause, and accept;

Shelter from the busy.

Protection against my vulnerabilities.

This is not my sacrifice. It is my contribution.

I flourish in the absence of physical presence. I wither in the absence of physical presence.

Loneliness evades me. For I will always forge the warmth of connection.

And while I’m missing the all of us, I’m loving on the two of us.

Inhale, exhale – third space rotation