March 4, 2012
On the train ride out to your house, you'll show me abandoned decrepit telephone poles in various stages of falling down, graceful still in their descent. Our shared appreciation of the soul of inanimate objects, the anthropomorphism which reared its head on our first date, I cherish beyond measure, so here, awaiting an example that you've studied on many trips between my home and yours, I'm filled with as much giddy excitement as if the curtain is about to rise on a play. When finally the pole parade starts, I'm breathless at their grace. I have never loved you more.