Leaning back, I close my eyes

The crisp coolness of the fresh country air,

And the bright warmth of the morning sun

Upon my face

The comfort of my favorite hand-painted owl mug

Gripped in one hand,

The strength of your hand encompassing the other,

Aromatic steam rising

Peace and stillness,


Yet undoubtedly not alone,



In our togetherness,

With nature,

In spirit and in soul

How could this feeling

Ever get old?

I can’t imagine it ever would

With you

11 thoughts on “Imagine

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