A random Monday

Kindness draws me in, walks with me hand in hand through a forest, waking from a deep slumber. Laughter bounces from the gnarled branches and settles in the blossom being born into spring. We have known each other for years and love has arrived recently. Family, shared experiences, deep connections only time can nurture, like these snowdrops under our feet. Step by step we grow closer, tracing the lives of those who have walked these paths before us. Hundreds of years of love, of family, of children, of wonder, imprinted into this sacred ground. I wonder if it looks the same now as it did for them? A constant reminder of a world we do not ourselves inhabit, yet is forever in existence. Bringing us back to one another, on a random Monday afternoon.