Our walk

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On our walk through the park in the evening autumn rain, I’m lost in the love we share. The sensory feeling of your arm through mine. The warm softness of your breast against me. The gentle whisper of your voice amid the patter of water drops.

Wet benches stoically stand, intermittently strewn along our meandering path. Each silently offering us more moments for our memories.

But lost in one another, we pass them by.

Street lamps cast their yellow sheen before us like dots of gold dampness on black canvas. Our shadows quietly follow.

In the Autumn of life – a time of dying – I’m so ALIVE!

Because of YOU.

Food for thought.

Mac

FYI: Painting by the late American artist Leonid Afremov

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