Water and Bridges

This was a day . . . of sunshine and sweet air.  The trees and the grass, the animals and the humans all just watched it unfold in awe . . .

and remembered, as eyes closed slowly and deeper breaths were drawn. . .

it's coming . . . it's coming.  The warmer weather, sunshine and strolls along the park path to watch

them:

They've always been together you know.  Lifers these two.  For me, it's tender reassurance that our hope, our world is alright.  They know. They understand that a grey sky will eventually melt to deepest blue.  They don't doubt that the sun will rise each day and that we are all connected to one another . . .

And as I strolled along the dappled path at the park today, I could feel it, too.

What would we do without water . . . and bridges?