Love is first nature to some. It’s like eating and breathing. It’s reflexive. I used to think I was like that, and maybe I still am despite the erosion life’s currents cause; the dullness of age caused by emotional failures and unfulfilled expectations. No such dullness exists in these two beautiful souls. They are sharp and without cynicism, gloriously enamored with each other and life itself. Their moments together are gifts. Their laughter makes birds envious that avian song cannot lift with the same passion. My loves, these two - and the one not pictured. How they remind me to trust that all of this is real and that no amount of hurt should ever wash away the shores of pure love.
