where past meets present

we walk a few miles along the coast. quietly, just the two of us, making our way up and around the beach boardwalk to the trail that follows the rocky coast. planks of wood slurp at the mud beneath our feet.

sometimes i am overwhelmed that i am even here at all.
here. home.
where past meets present.
all the memories of childhood collide and spill like oil on canvas.
he carries my past tucked under his arm, a smile on his face.
i meet him with sea breeze on my skin
grateful for this journey we are taking together.

it was a quiet long weekend, just the two of us.
i hope you all also enjoyed your time together this holiday weekend.