Rules

I won't forget the beauty of one year ago. I won't forget the sights, the music, the worn frosty faces, the blanket threads on the rattiest couch, the lights strung up in buckets... & I won't forget the hope. I also won't forget tonight, where I broke a bitty rule, and drove and parked and spied the footprint of a carpenter, so lovely in his ways. Wow, I thought then, and wow, I think now. Sometimes we just have to break the rules, because things like this are worth it, and love really does transcend law, and covers over a multitude of wrongs.