They wait. Just like Winter waits for Autumn to toss its last red leaf into the air, just like the parched and empty sand waits for the climb of the tide. Just like everything that’s inevitable, I show back up and we begin again.
And we – the words and I – we are like lovers just starting. We learn to put our ear down and listen to each other’s rhythms. We remember what it's like to come home to someone at the end of day. We find ways to push through the difficult, the awkward, the uncomfortable and find our way back to bliss.
This post was inspired by #30daysofthanks.