Ah!! It’s absolutely insane! You’re fire incarnate. That dress I waxed over – I know I said it reminded me of autumn, I hope that’s okay. But it’s magnificent. Only in that it’s an *accessory* to you! Like that “sold separately” part of the line-up, but you’re the action figure that moves the whole thing!! Nothing compares to you. It’s the way the colors complement your own – – the shade of your hair – so many different tones, and they’re all represented there. There’s this bronze magnificence. Someday you’ll be in bronze!! Well, not you *personally*, thank God. I mean, there’ll be a statue of you! While you’re still alive and thriving! I’ll pay for the funding if you let me! I know it was cheesy to mention a couple of stock moves that I know you’re responsible for (there are others!). There was just this feeling through the whole thing. I miss one or two, like I might have w/bynd, but I have no regrets, ever! Any money in the bank – in the ‘*your name* dream fund’ is always well spent! — and I believe in the mission, you know I do! But when I’m going one way, and it feels everyone else is going another, one way or another it usually turns out good! Back to you!! Your eyes are fire, too! I always say you’re fire and ice. But it’s all fire today in searing colors! The fiercest blue. And you channel your idol. Actually, she channels *you*! You’re the originator! You adore her I suppose because you recognize your mastery when it shows up in another. Rare as it is! But that’s your energy there. I see it, too! Bronze autumnal beauty. Your face!! It’s so magnificent I drop things! To applaud and say “Yay!!!” It forces me out of the stupor of a silent and reverent “wow,” which I notice still happens unconsciously anyway. Normally people genuflect before any vision of such beauty. There’s nothing normal about your beauty. You’re so out of the ordinary, in every perceivable way. And the decibels, I swear you can feel it! The energy is revving, and yet when you appear it’s like sliding into fifth gear. It *feels* that way. That’s your fire. It’s all that you bring. You’re a symphony. You’re someone to be studied. All that you say! The content on the page. It’s how you move it. It’s the getting lost in your eyes. You hypnotize, you mesmerize, and your voice is like no other’s. I get lost in it. It’s the sound a baby would long to hear. “Forget it! I’m not your mother!!” I didn’t mean it that way, at all! You’re so young, and I’m older. I only mean your voice is the most beautiful sound in the world. No ‘white noise’ or whatever it’s called when I’ve attempted to sing! It’s pure, your voice! It travels! It sings when you’re talking! It glides! It dances around the scales. And your enthusiasm, your joy de verve! (that’s French, I guess! I don’t know how to spell it! I’m racing and breathless as I write this!) Oops, “joie de vivre!!” But, oh, boy, do you have joy and verve!!!! It’s so vivaciously bursting through each tone. It carries somebody on this magic ride, in harmony with their eyes, as they roll up and down as if they’re on an amusement park ride!! Your lips, your cheeks! The softness of you, and yet there’s nothing soft about you, either! You have this strength and this power that’s unmistakable! Like anything magical, you defy all words! You’re something and its opposite, all at the same time!! And it’s always the best of whatever ideas are represented. Lost in you. That’s how it feels. That’s how it always happens. You’re undeniably the most beautiful woman in the world. Just sayin’. You know it’s not like me to talk much. … ahem … Happy Tuesday!! I’ve never in my life seen anyone who *is* beauty. It’s in every perceivable aspect of you! And I’m sure in the ones we’re not seeing, too! Seen and unseen, it’s the whole energy of you. You’re a masterpiece. You go so far beyond descriptors. But it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world to simply catch a look of you. And take in – in such awe and reverence – what it is that you do. Your eyes that are fire. Your features so perfectly sculpted. In a dress that dances with all your own colors. And a voice that is the music of the spheres. What else could anybody *ever* desire. In a woman, or a friend. ❤️