Meeting Place

Black sand and tiny stones prick your feet as you walk on the shore as you watch a purple lily in a serene lake in front. You swim into the water - pleasantly cold against your skin and pluck it. You wait - dreamily, sitting under a tree with golden grass tickling your feet, knowing I would arrive soon with a never-fading smile on my face when I would see you. As always.

A place where there is no confinement, where minds are free, where everyone knows they are fragile, where they just let us BE, where we wouldn't HAVE to, but we would WANT to. That's where you meet me.