reflection series - love
- Describe love without using the word: Anonymous - The wind is dancing with the willow trees again. The blue birds sing their melodies that echo sweetly in the summer breeze, and the wildflowers set free their blooms and the air is alight with petals and gilded sunlight enough to make you sigh -- and oh! - a flurry of butterflies erupt in a cacophony of color to paint the sky line but nothing is more beautiful to you than the look in their eyes, the unbridled joy, the immeasurable delight. There is something fragile in the way your hand trembles to reach for their own, but oh, how sweet to meet palm to palm at last, a million years have already passed and the sun is a distant memory because there no burn more intoxicating than the one simmering between your hands. The universe collides right where you stand and rattles you to your core, the world spirals and you yearn for nothing more but an anchor, a home to return to, but, oh, it's as if they knew because their eyes turn to meet your stare and the world turns on unaware that it has been entirely realigned to anchor them to the center of your sky. You are breathless, yet they breathe your name as if praying and speaking were one and the same, and all at once, you are alive again.
