Every year I wait for my Cosmic Valentine. It comes after a summer of getting the harvest ready for another year until spring planting. The summers for me were too long and the winters too short. When winter came it gave the necessary time for me to feed my need for knowledge. It was a time when all things came to a halt that were necessary to survive. It was a time when my Spirit could be fed with days that were long and evenings even longer. It was a time when snow came and covered all the infirmities of the Spirit with a damask linen of white on white. It was then that the world smelled clean and crisp was the air as it slid down dry throats and rusty pipes. This year of all years my Valentine was the most beautiful. Heaven bent down and laid a kiss on my forehead and said, for you I did this. For you. I wish the world would know this magnificent salve for the open wound we know as Mankind.