A day of silences,
the long drawn out spaces between the words,
full of memory pictures,
sensations gone so deep beneath the skin,
they no longer have words.
A day when candles are light not ornament,
a meal so simple will be a feast,
a day of glances and smiles,
and the making of small happinesses,
while the rain turns the air to water,
and cloud turns the sky to a foggy sea.