table for two long sojourns stroll together holding hands day-tripping sunrise and sunset together count the stars as they fall gaze at the moon and each other nights in dancing in the kitchen sleep-in mornings long leisurely breakfasts coffee-toasting when retired, every day is friday-love ❤

I dance Alone In the kitchen To a different song, tune, and world A dance of my own  Eyes closed Without an audience, except the cat Sometimes, slow In the dark In my pajamas Barefoot Hair tossed about Bonkers and bananas But, professionally, in my dreams. ❤

We moved and retired to the mountains in the fall season several years ago. Coming full circle in finding a different life and way of settling down To a new appreciation for the precious gift of time and each other. Of which our spirits and tired bodies now thrive on mountain's time and ways. To…