The Thing About Love is...

--by John Cory The Thing About Love Is . . . It is so hard to define or describe. But everyone knows it when it happens, or when it ends. Love is like chasing milkweed blossoms across a meadow as the summer breeze swirls and powers the dancing cottonseed just out of reach. But still we chase it. Reaching for the fleeting magic of nature. Running across the meadow grass, stumbling and tripping, scratching ourselves on stinging thistle, and unceremoniously landing splat – in the middle of a cowpie. Maybe love is as simple as sharing poppy seed muffins and coffee in the morning. A smile passed across the table, along with the huckleberry jam, because last night was really something. And maybe not. The thing about love is that it feels so bad and hurts so good. A roller coaster out of control is not nearly as frightening, nor as fun – so we stand in line waiting our turn. It’s like watching magic, the sleight of hand and the waving wand, only to be thrilled and amazed when flames turn into white doves and tigers poof away into thin air. Such a thin line between illusion and delusion. Truth be told, finding love is in the capturing of whispers and cupping moonbeams in your palm. It’s all about magic. And the key to all magic is believing, and watching, and waiting. Always waiting. Waiting for the magic to begin again.