Forever January

Sometimes you say things that send my mind whirring down a path of endless possibilities, and it takes much willpower to say nothing of it. The small voice of reason in my head tells me to take this slowly, breathe, don’t get ahead of myself.

Because you know better than anyone, Rowan, just how easily things don’t work the way you plan.

And so I do. And yet … And yet …

I still can’t help but dream.