All of us have felt love, or something like it, move through us. Maybe it’s been a feathery feeling like crows flying from one songed horizon to the next. Or maybe it’s a much bigger feeling, like a luscious and luminous 100 ft. WOW transforming our backbones into Broadway. Or maybe it’s more subtle, like how long, leggy shadows slowly cross golden patches of sunlight late in the day. Or maybe it’s like how soft rains slip through our fingers and off our tongues when we’re trying to count all the drops; knowing we’ll never get them all, but washed clean by what comes our way.