An Adventure
It all begins with an idea.
Having showered the night before, they wake up the next morning under the stars. Laying peacefully and comfortably. Not in a tent. No. They slept all night in the bed of a truck on a thick sleeping pad and lots of plush warm blankets.
Hair, cool from peeking out under the covers, a chill runs down her spine. She snuggles up next to him, A soft kiss lands on the top of her blonde wispy braid. Without saying a word, they both know the other is in paradise. It is almost as if the silence speaks for itself.
Their energies in a dance with each other. Their souls sparkle in the starlight, swirling around, captivated by love. Love. That word alone, almost a weak description of reality. Her head on his shoulder, her arm on his chest. His hand clasps hers. Their fingers intertwine as the sun wakes the sky and flowers bloom from their dreams. This moment lasts forever as they drift in and out of slumber.
His tummy rumbles, she giggles. Getting out of the makeshift bunk with just a blanket wrapped around her, she puts water on to boil for his oatmeal. They have a big day ahead. A waterfall to find and hot spring to follow.
The first spoken words that morning, after checking the oats aren’t too hot…
“Here you go my love”
“Thank you baby”
An adventure begins.
A Perfect Day
It all begins with an idea.
Waking up naturally with the sun. Feeling fully rested, long, lean. Slow steps towards the kitchen, sunbeams meet her there too. Hands wrapped around a warm glass of lemon water. She makes her way outside wrapped up in a big blanket and silence watching the world wake up. Maybe even drifting back into her dreams.
It’s time to start the day.
The coffee begins to trickle, she finds the raw milk and froths. While it cools, she dances around the kitchen listening to all her favorite songs. One cannot discern what lights up the room, her from the inside out or the sun from the outside in.
It’s off to the studio. Cleaning up from yesterday’s fun, stimulated sip by sip. What will she make today? Not to be decided immediately, she gets lost in the wheel. Thinking about everything and nothing all at once.
Surprised to see the hands at thirty and two, the farmers market finds her next. Fresh picks and a beautiful bouquet to satisfy a small indulgence, her basket is full. Vibrant victoria rhubarb, herbs, ruby raspberries, the perfect white fish on their way home.
In the kitchen again, delightful instruments ignite the space. She prepares for dear friends who are more than family. He waltzes with a crisp Riesling disguised as a taste to pair with the meal. They both know the bottle will be gone before anyone arrives.
Company at the door, candles are lit. Sitting down for the meal, staying for the conversation.
More wine. More laughter. More memories.
The sun has retired.
Curled back up on the front porch, together this time. Swinging reminiscing all the stories, giggly one liners, sweet glances across the table. He moves to pull her closer, realizing space between them doesn’t exist. A chuckle muffled by a kiss meets the top of her head.
It’s time for bed.
Swept off her feet, carried to their room, the evening comes to a perfect close with different fireworks.
A warm slow soft shower and into the sheets for a second time.
Sleep finds her immediately.