I love the play of light and shadow—moody places in time—to soak them up into my being—to treasure and share.
Realizing I am connected to the past and sharing the present. Time seems meaningless. Who touched that tree, alone, and thought about their lover? Who leaned against it while embracing their love? Don’t tell me it didn’t happen. I feel it so it did, and will continue to do so.
I touch the tree, gently, and lean into it thinking of you . . .
This post was inspired by the Daily Post prompt: Evanescent.