Freckled

I met a freckled man once. Twice actually. 

I've been searching for him ever since. 

I find him sometimes. In the wave beneath a surfboard. In the cool air that wraps my body on the top of a mountain. In the moonlight on a field. In the dots that live in the night sky in remote lands. 

I find him in the places where I feel most alive. Where I feel my spirit move my body. Where I am whole. Where I am enough. 

And it's not that he makes me feel this way. It's that he is the ocean and the mountain and the moon and the stars. And when I am these things too, I think of him.