The Soil, Her dog, and She
silence, nothing but the crunching of our footsteps and the sound cold air makes as it passes by you hurrying to where it needs to be next. The city skyline behind us the resting soil before us. How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist. I try as much as I can to hold this moment. To fold this night neatly and keep it in my pocket. But the very reason that makes it so beautiful is the very reason it must end. Nothing lasts forever. Love must be free. I stop and we stand there in the mixture of soil and rocks worn to show the path many before us have taken. I take a deep breath and look at her.
God it's been a year. I never thought I'd see her again. Here she is beside me her arm wrapped through mine in the cold. She's beautiful. I've been to Paris, Rome, Victoria Falls, Wicklow Mountains, NYC, Pacific, Atlantic, I've looked towards the stars, I've watched a seed sprout life, there is nothing on this planet like her and the beauty she holds through my lens.
I try to walk as slowly as possible but the night is slipping away. This could be the last time I ever look into her eyes or listen to her dream. We get back to her car and I'm not ready yet I set her on the trunk of her car and try as hard as I can to keep this moment. Jesus how I love her. Her laugh, her smile, her mind, her heart, she gets it.
She gets me.
To be understood. That's home to me. She feels like home.
we pull up to her house and we are sitting in her car like a year hasn't past. We are sitting in her car talking, laughing, singing the Avett brothers, existing. She, me, and the dog between us. Perfect night. How rare and beautiful it was. I want every night to be like that night but the beauty of it, the truth and reality of it is that I can't get what I want. I have to release my grip hold my hands open.
A year had past and I am exactly where I was. Is time cyclical? I am thankful for this night I wasn't expecting to ever have another with her. Life is grace. I don't know if I will die today, I don't know if she will. I don't know if I'll ever see her again but in that moment. In that time we simply existed together and it was enough.
How rare and beautiful it truly is, that we exist.
The Avett Brothers - Salvation Song
silence, nothing but the crunching of our footsteps and the sound cold air makes as it passes by you hurrying to where it needs to be next. The city skyline behind us the resting soil before us. How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist. I try as much as I can to hold this moment. To fold this night neatly and keep it in my pocket. But the very reason that makes it so beautiful is the very reason it must end. Nothing lasts forever. Love must be free. I stop and we stand there in the mixture of soil and rocks worn to show the path many before us have taken. I take a deep breath and look at her.
God it's been a year. I never thought I'd see her again. Here she is beside me her arm wrapped through mine in the cold. She's beautiful. I've been to Paris, Rome, Victoria Falls, Wicklow Mountains, NYC, Pacific, Atlantic, I've looked towards the stars, I've watched a seed sprout life, there is nothing on this planet like her and the beauty she holds through my lens.
I try to walk as slowly as possible but the night is slipping away. This could be the last time I ever look into her eyes or listen to her dream. We get back to her car and I'm not ready yet I set her on the trunk of her car and try as hard as I can to keep this moment. Jesus how I love her. Her laugh, her smile, her mind, her heart, she gets it.
She gets me.
To be understood. That's home to me. She feels like home.
we pull up to her house and we are sitting in her car like a year hasn't past. We are sitting in her car talking, laughing, singing the Avett brothers, existing. She, me, and the dog between us. Perfect night. How rare and beautiful it was. I want every night to be like that night but the beauty of it, the truth and reality of it is that I can't get what I want. I have to release my grip hold my hands open.
A year had past and I am exactly where I was. Is time cyclical? I am thankful for this night I wasn't expecting to ever have another with her. Life is grace. I don't know if I will die today, I don't know if she will. I don't know if I'll ever see her again but in that moment. In that time we simply existed together and it was enough.
How rare and beautiful it truly is, that we exist.
The Avett Brothers - Salvation Song