Inhale, Exhale
We wandered slow, where breezes played,
through meadow paths and coastal glade.
Your hand in mine, no need to pace,
just breath and time in nature’s grace.
A heron stilled near reeds and tree,
you’d point and grin, share glee with me.
The sky would blush in soft ballet,
as shorebirds swooped along the bay.
Each winding path, each island shore,
recalls the love we still adore.
A life composed in soft detail,
not rushed, just us: inhale, exhale.
Notes from Chris
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