We can still see each other if we squint. You teetering on the mountain top looking west. Me gazing east from the other side of the valley. Absorbing a few morning rays of sun before the heat rolls in. Shielding ourselves from the most harmful elements that lurk out of our control.
Coexisting from a distance is what we do now. Not knowing what will come next. Wondering when we may be close again. If only we could fly away together. Begin a new life as unencumbered mockingbirds or desert wrens. No longer afraid. Nesting in the saguaros. Dancing in the sky.
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I love the hopefulness of this post! And a perfect photo illustrating the space around us…in this case, a beautiful space.
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Whenever I turn to nature, it gives me hope.
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Beautiful post, Mark. I only hope we get to return to a much kinder and better world. I hope that when the dust settles, we will realise how little do we need and we’ll appreciate the true value of human connection. Thanks for sharing and have a good day 😀 Aiva
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Thank you, Aiva. I have similar hopes. That we discover some goodness from this experience. Take care!
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