Seasons, Time and Morayo

Welcome to March

It’s the third month of the year, a season of transitions—the start of March, the beginning of the Muslim fasting period, and a quiet shift in time. As I sat to write, I wondered: Should this month be about ambition, humor, hope, or simply the passage of life? Then it struck me—why not what March truly means to me?

March is Morayo.

I met Morayo 2 years, 10 months, and 3 days ago—a living, breathing wonder, too incredible to be real at the time, yet now permanently nestled at the center of my heart. Let me take you back. March 2023 was the first time our eyes met in person, and in that moment, in the depths of his gaze, I knew perfection existed—not in the way the world defines it, but in the quiet, boundless beauty of a soul that feels like home.

His endless coos were a melody I didn’t realize I would surrender to, but day by day, without warning, I did. My soul found itself intertwined with his, and before I knew it, I was his completely.

Morayo—I see joy. March gifted me joy in human form, and I have held on to it ever since. I intend to water it, nurture it, and shield it.

So, what does this month represent to you? Maybe it’s something tangible, like Morayo is to me, or perhaps it’s a cherished memory, one so precious you’d relive it over and over.

Whatever March means to you, I hope it brings warmth to your soul and peace to your longing. Happy new month, dear reader. May your dreams find their way to you.

With All My Love,

T