I walked for 3 hours today, looking for die (the plural of dice why does this language have to be so iffy?)
Thank you for walking with me,
For just being contented with trudging alongside me,
Despite the heat, the discouragment, the distance, the discomfort.
Thank you for being at ease with me, for being effortlessly perfect in my presence.
Thank you for being immensely powerful, and yes knowingly gentle, even though I hardly deserve it.
Thank you not begruding the past.
Thank you for the seeing the good in my past, my future and in me right now.
Thank you for being willing to do anything... almost.