I believe we need the earth and sky like we need food and water.
Give me wildflowers and I feel like I know what it is to be truly loved.
They grow where they want to, providing subtle, simplistic beauty in unexpected places enhancing everything.
More imperfect than conventional flowers, they shine in the sunlit hours, but also in the hours before and after, not afraid to show sadness or bliss; comfortable with their honesty.
I remember when you picked some for me… the smell so sweet after you inhaled them first with a big belly breath that made you sneeze three times in a row.
“He loves me,” I laughed, as I plucked a petal between my lips.
But you didn’t engage in that silly game.
Instead, you simply said, “He does.”
Thank you always for reading,