2am Saturday, the honey moon slips through our bedroom blinds, and nudges me awake. Her silent whispers brush against my cheek and I am mesmerized by her pull. I quietly walk downstairs, out the back door, but only a deep darkness lingers in the pines. It’s not till I reach our pier that I feel her presence and watch her slow dance with the water grasses. In my 66 years she’s risen over 800 times and lately I’ve been feeling ripples of images of past moments shared with her, reflections, places, and feelings, hard not to forget. Life is about moments, not words. Be mindful of the life moments you live today.
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