I leaned in

I leaned over the sink

and was struck

full in the face,

really, it was more

a glancing blow,

no really,

a warm caress,

so unexpected

that I nearly ducked

my head,

well, I dodged,

and then I leaned in.

It was only the winter sun,

looking in,

only to touch my face,

only to remind me

of its concern.

I left the dishes

and ran off with the sun.

Really, we walked together,

silent, warm against the cold,

remembering old times.