The sky is bright with stars that stretch from horizon to horizon.
You are full. Full of thoughts, full of worries, and full of anxiety over unknown days. It’s inevitable and far too easy to sink into.
We sit in a boat in the middle of the lake that lies hidden just a short walk from my cabin. I love it here. I brought you here for a reason.
The lake is glass. Under the sky we see each other and watch the small ripples appear from unknown sources in a murky darkness. It is amazing how little noise can be made by the silence of a warm night. The distance seems to both carry the sounds of the forest and absorb the motions we make.
I take your hand and smile. I can see you’re about to speak and so much of me wishes to hear it. Hear your mouth round out my syllables one more time. Watch you draw in your precious breath and exhale the thoughts I hold so dear.
For our words are magic spoken into balloons that rise from our mouths and float to the sky.