The newly paved road with its dark black top and bright yellow lines blazed an orderly trail through the sea of green grass and the encroaching line of trees.
We followed the road to the crest of a hill and spotted the lake. Twilight is kind to most all it touches and in its glow, the water reflected all shades of blue.
We unfurled our blanket on a gentle slope and angled ourselves to catch the breeze and to watch the sailboats glide back and forth, silently carving out trails of their own and leaving behind burgeoning ripples.
Children played along the edge of the water, gathering stones and throwing them in again and again, joyously pleased at the sound of each splash.
There is an invisible and yet tangibly felt connection between people and nature.
An inner quieting and reorientation can be found beside a lake or in the mountains or driving through the country in a way that cannot be found in an office or even in one’s own house.
Creation possesses a voice that calls, beckons, and teaches inaudibly. It etches thoughts, questions, and clarity on the hearts of those who listen.
We linger long and the sunset fades as the night takes command of the sky. His arms are wrapped around my shoulders; my head is propped against the crook of his neck.
Someone you can talk to and share silence with comfortably is a rare breed. {Sonya Teclai}
Anyone who would read my journal of daily gratitudes would discover that I respect the rarity that is the man I married. His name, his daily acts of kindness – they are recounted again and again because I am continually startled awake to joy because of who he is.
Only a faint glow of light on the distant horizon remains as we pack up our things.
“We should come back again soon,” he tells me.
I nod.
“We will,” I say.
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