They spent the week together simply. She opened the door and he followed her. He smiled and she responded. She spoke and he listened. He ran with the dog and she walked with her. She painted and he read. He cooked and she did the dishes. She started a sentence and he finished it. They did all the things they would have normally done alone, but when they looked up across the room or down through the forest… the other one was always there.
There is peace in living in the present… in relishing and respecting everything for exactly what it is in a single point in time, without smothering it in what came before or forcing it too early by willing the future to come sooner than it is meant to. Isabel thought about all these things as she planted her bulbs in the woods, patting the dirt gently around each one and sprinkling it with her watering can. Only a few of them would survive. But it might only be a few that were needed. Most people would think she was nuts, but she loved the idea of someone walking along and stumbling over a beautiful surprise that was unlikely to be there without a little help. She thought of it like planting future smiles.
Jack was sitting beside her with a piece of grass in his mouth again. She didn’t think it was weird anymore. She would think it was weird if he didn’t do that. He lay back and stared up through the trees without a word. It’s a gift when the silence between two people is comfortable.
The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue and there was a song in her heart.
It was there in his too.
I can’t believe a month ago
I was alone
I didn’t know you
I hadn’t seen you or heard your name
And even now
I’m so amazed
It’s like a dream…..
And some things are the way they are and words just can’t explain.