On a rocky ledge in Klondike Park
In the now I feel tranquility, thoughts stopped as winds play through the trees and kiss the cooling sweat upon our brows. Contentment fills the center of my being, grounded in the smell of each joy-infused breath of air awash with the scents of pine and earthy, decaying leaves. My gratitude swells as I luxuriate in the presence of her beside me on our rock, her art blossoming beneath her hands as her eyes sparkle and she shares with me those stories heard by seldom few, my heart full of the honor to be one so trusted. Peace gives way within me, my turmoils and worries and cares swept away by this place, this breeze, this rock, this trust, this day. As thunder groans across the green, the grey clouds hastening to bring their bounty, we kiss as tender lovers, the drops falling cold and heavy on our cheeks. I am full, and centered. Tranquil, and relaxed. I am, as Lazarus from his impossibly distant other shore, reborn in rain and loam kissed wind.
Alive.
Alive.