The weathered limbs, sparsely adorned with greenery, attached to spindly trunks, hung motionless atop the bluff, overlooking, as if contemplating, the wide expanse of sea.
A lone seagull appeared between heaven and earth, wings seeming never to move, soaring, as if celebrating, effortless and free.
Far-distant snow-capped peaks rose above the haze that had settled on the water and silhouetted against the scene a deer watched us, as if considering, why it should move since we weren’t, content and unperturbed, posing, as if for a portrait of tranquility.
Then it was time to leave, regrettably.
But as we returned hand-in-hand, there at our feet, a heart-shaped puddle reflected the sun, reflecting our mood, what it was like to be in love with one another and with life’s beauty.
