Autumn leaves falling, swirling, crunchy underfoot. Fingers of his bigger hand intertwined with mine.
Daughters and dog stroll four steps ahead along leafy-gold park paths.
He plucks a flower, for me.
Kiss.
I hug his arm closer.
Contentment in the afternoon.
Is this the essence of love?
4 comments:
Together.In The Same Direction.Yes! It's The Essense Me Thinks........
Yup, that's love!
How beautiful!
Tony, YES! Same direction. Hadn't noticed that and you did. Perfect.
Tshs: Sweet, eh ?
Joyce: Yep, thanks!
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