Pretty pictures 😌

I can’t remember why we were there. A holiday of some sort? A Sunday dinner? We just had this thing where we wanted to be together as often as we could. The power of that first love, I suppose. I tried to make myself as unobtrusive as I could. His family was courteous, but not particularly welcoming …. looking back now, perhaps they tolerated me so he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave. lol But young love likes to be alone, and there was the paddleboat down on the canal running behind the house. I remember the perfection of the day. The soft air and green-gold light beneath the tunnel of trees. The lazy contented sound of moving slowly through the water. Never before and never again was I as simply and truly comfortable in the company of another soul. The endless magic of innocent trust. He was my gravity and my heart, and as we hit that field of algae and got stuck and wondered what the heck we were going to do now, he was my laughter and my joy. I have lots of memories of my time with him, but that day is my favorite. Every time I find myself in the midst of a similar light, I feel an echo of that trust and revel just a little. He would break my heart irrevocably, but he showed me something beautiful first. It’s nice to reminisce. ❤️