Madrugada

If you were only here.

And I mean that in the most giddy, expectant and bursting with happiness way. It's not the The Cureish "if you were only here I wouldn't be so sad and have to wear all this bad make up under this complicated hair" but rather a Björkish "If you were only here to feel the roots of the trees touch fingers under my feet, I'd lean over and whisper leaves in your hair".

It simply will not be possible to prepare in all the ways I want, for all the things I hope will happend by can't really visualise. And the question may not even be what but rather who.