Love

The morning sun laid its hand across mountains but none of us seemed to ever feel its touch. Spending our lives waiting for that crisp moment of fresh air, we found ourselves instead coughing out our trifling yet ironic daily activities in to moments of selfish passion. That morning, however, the ray of light which antagonized our hearts also fueled our minds. It was probably the first situation he and I had a moment to breathe. A moment away from our stressful jobs and busy schedules, we walked through the wilderness holding hands.

“Can you believe this view?” he said, opening his arms in to the wind.

“It’s absolutely beautiful!” I replied, grasping his torso, gazing at a view which seemed to be watching us as well.

Perhaps it was our goal to live comfortably. After all, we had nothing less than any other couple: two story house, two dogs, two cats, two full time careers.

But that was only a technical flaw in the eyes of our love, which is just as real as any other relationship.

“I’m so lucky,” looking at me and smiled.

“Everyday I thank God that you’re here for me.” I replied and returned to him another smile.

We continued our walk though the wilderness, watching the trees blow in the wind, and the pollen settle to the ground to complete that last moment of summer. Although the retreat was almost to an end, and the fall was again upon us, a season of change and the end of a solstice, the hands of that morning sun will continue to warm our hearts.

“Are you tired?”

“Let’s go back to the cabin.” I said, ending our walk in to the sunset.