One of those things that stuck

My memories are full of snapshots. Moments that stuck for whatever reason…or no reason…to varying degrees of completion. I suppose it works the same for us all. I can feel the shutter and know I’ll remember. It was early evening yesterday. A beautiful day. The best kind of October. The huge old maples in the back more yellow than green, rustling in the breeze. The light gone that rich gold. He came out to help me with some yardwork. Walked back to the shed in the sweet shady corner of the yard underneath the tree to fetch the wheelbarrow. As I watched him close the door and turn, the overwhelmingly lovely harmony of the moment gathered up the scene and *click*. We are so different, but sometimes there’s such an easy peace between us as we putter around this little world we made. I’m not at all sure we don’t love that more than we love each other, but that picture will hold no shadow of regret. 😌