You stomp and mutter, tension radiates off you like heat from a fire. I TWINE myself into knots, picking up on the stress and wishing that I had a magic wand for you. You are more dear to me than I can say, and if being THERE for you could fix it, then surely I have done so? But I know it is not enough. I will not stop trying – I unclench my jaw, relax my shoulders, hoping that you will feel the shift in me and translate it into lowered tension in yourself. Just know, my dear, that I would not TRADE a single moment for anything: not for less stress or less tension. You are worth it all.

Georg’ann

Curve in road AHEAD
a steep GRADE too, feel caution
Cannot TRADE places, go

Heather