Something is different

Maybe it was the cold morning,
bundled up on our walk for coffee,
hustling back so I could head to the hospital,
car seat inspections,
practicing the motions of buckling in,
maybe it was that imagining,
or the nostalgia of brewing a cup of tea
to stave off the parking lot chill,
there’s just something different in my vision,
in that part of me that’s self aware
and aware of everything around me,
it feels like a center is forming,
an inward force that pulls it all together,
a dazzling core that opens my eyes,
it is love, I think,
an evolution thereof,
in a way I have never quite felt before.