Will you take a walk with me?
Come here
I want to show you this shell
How the sand feels beneath our feet
The gentle waves lapping at our ankles
(This is the calmest the ocean has been all season, the waitress remarked to her friend in the restaurant earlier)
How much more I want to spend each day
Observing every flower on or morning stroll through the urban gardens
The susurrus of the tree leaves as the much needed rain clouds blow in
(“At least there are trees” - John Green)
Soon we will find our home filled with
shells from our walks,
flowers from our garden,
gentleness, and
love
