The Most Sacred Dream of My Heart
Just the Same
We picnicked on the top of a mountain in Montana, the air so crisp and free it almost burned our lungs.
We sat with our toes in the water on the rocky beaches of Greece, learning from people so gracious to share their space with us.
We sat on a balcony, soaking in the moonlight in a quiet villa in Tuscany, no one but the owls in the treetops below us witnessing the beating of our hearts as one.
It had to have been a dream, the most sacred dream of my heart, because not only did I love you so fiercely, but you loved me just the same.
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Lorelai’s Bed and Breakfast
Snow fell lightly across the windshield, stark against the dark country roads. Even though it was only 6:30 pm the sun had already set, making it seem more like midnight. Heather switched the old truck’s heater to defrost and leaned forward, her brights doing nothing to help her navigate her way. Lucky, Heather could make the track from town to Lorelai’s, her hidden Bed and Breakfast, with her eyes closed. The journey which normally would take her 25 minutes to complete was taking a bit longer due to her inexperience with driving in the snow.
By Gloria Hughes Weber5 years ago in Humans
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