As I sit in my studio I look out at the garden. Outside the last leaves unfold as flowers open. I like the openness and light, the trees in every shade of green. I even observe the women walking their dogs down the street. But time is finite and such experiences are not enough.
In spare moments, I find myself yearning to head back to the coast, to spend a day or two on a short rocky beach, to explore tide pools and ancient lava flows. It seems so far away yet I close my eyes and I am there.
I find myself kneeling on a rocky bluff near the shore. In front of me an impression in the stone holds water. In the water, small crabs burl under rocks, star fish cling to hard surfaces, and small fish dart from side to side. As I watch I feel a hand on my arm and feel you near me.
I do not really know where you came from. One day I reached out through the darkness and you were there.
Since then, we touch each other lightly, listen with our eyes, and share with ever nod and jester. There is a flow between us as constant as the waves against the shore. There is a softness that enfolds us. Life is precious with you; every moment is a celebration of our own existence.