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?
Together.In The Same Direction.Yes! It's The Essense Me Thinks........
ReplyDeleteYup, that's love!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDeleteTony, YES! Same direction. Hadn't noticed that and you did. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteTshs: Sweet, eh ?
Joyce: Yep, thanks!