The breeze filtered through a meadow of Spring blossoms, absorbing the pristine scent of renewal along the way. 

It came to us full with the aroma of its journey, 

and instigation of adventure.

No day is worth living without a night worth dancing. 

No dance is worth stepping without the rhythm of dreams.

In the darkness we see our hopes clearly, ignore our doubts and let ourselves be taken, filled, and changed.

So we gazed through the facade and into the shadows, fearing never ending unknowns but accepting the adventure gladly. To find someone is a blessing, to keep finding them is a wonder.

We've been cast into a sea of chaos, wind and currents, clinging to each other and slipping away only find each other once again.

The morning light crept slowly across the sheets, gradually and gently to the spot where she lay, her chest breathing, and eyes closed but on her mouth the hint of a smile.