We walked beside the still waters of the pond the other night. It had stormed all day.
We held hands. We feed ducks. We sat in a swing meant for two. We laughed. We talked.
God has answered many prayers lately. Provision in a time of drought. A place to find comfort in, that makes this feel more like home, after five years of living here. A quiet walk in the woods, the adventures of little boys as they discover this and that. A fallen tree with lichen on the side. A big spider. Raccoon tracks in the cement. Canada geese that chase white puddle-ducks away from growing goslings. The reflection of the green trees on the still lake, making it green ripples. The sound of frogs. A blue bird family actively participating with the air.
To enjoy each others company. We two, two of ours, the wife of one and his children, our grand ones.
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