Sparkling dew caught the morning’s light; the heat of the day, rising.
I stopped in my tracks.
You: behind me, “What do you see?”
I stepped aside.
“Yes,” you said, as you adjusted your lens.
“Here or there?” I asked.
You didn’t hesitate. “Here.”
Guided by your knowing hand, my finger touched the shutter.
And right before me, the flower’s petals unfurled in the warmth of the moment.
“You always get the shot,” I sighed.
“But yours is the magic I covet,” you replied…
Then you focused your lens where I stood smiling in the brilliance of the rising sun’s radiance.
We only get one shot at this life… be sure to capture the magic