Most days I have a chance to see you – but not an equal chance. Sometimes I am boxed in and confined and I don’t have a hope. Time with you is rationed. Perhaps, though, this rationing stops me taking you for granted. I plan and scheme, arrange and plot. That place; at that time – then I might just catch a glimpse. I miss you. Today I will. I will see you. Briefly – before you go away again. I will be filled with joy; and if I see you all, I will gasp at your beauty and smile – overjoyed. Beautiful winter sun.