I am trying my best.

When I need to, I hide in the depths of blankets and in deep thoughts of living in a forest with you in a small wood house.

You are doing your best too, I see it.

Making coffee in the early hours, feeding the cat her food, huddling with me in the cold as we wait for a parade.

We’ve remained soft around our edges, we’ve let light and colour in our home. I feel found, I’ve found more comfort in that forest. We’ve grown older and fonder.

Remember when we said hello?

_these words by **[Samantha Lapierre](/content/word/index.html)** were inspired by the work of [Sophia Moore](http://www.sofiamooreart.com/home.html)_