My day into Taurus

[James Condor]

It's like I knew before I knew when I walked into the library yesterday evening and picked up a book on love, happiness and relationships. Earlier that morning I returned a book there, then walked through the bookshelves with an empty mind, patiently waiting for an idea of what kind of book I wanted. I came to my favorite section and realized that I needed to just listen to my own words from inside of myself. I needed to write my own book. My own book needed to write itself.
This spring day was as real as spring could be and I needed to unwind inside of it on my day off. We had been at the beach a couple hours, soaking in the sun, sand and shockingly cold water on our feet. The beach had come to an end and we were done with our love, and I needed my space. My girlfriend and I , whom I just calling girlfriend for simplicity, argued about a tense ending to an enjoyable day.. She cried, both of us confused. Then I knew I needed answers. The earlier part of my day, while in the book stacks, came back to me again. And I needed to be alone. I was hot. Hot skinned. Hot weather. I was conflicted. I wanted to be in three separate places at once.
I took a long walk in the dusk which had become dark, gloomy and humid. Visions revealed about love and the heart. I hadn't even read the book I stumbled upon either. The visions I had were pure and simple. I knew I had to be honest with myself. This was deep, strong, real , tender and dear. We aren't in love. I love her, she loves me, but we aren't in love.This was my day into Taurus.