A presence, everlasting.
Love and wisdom. Knowledge in their eyes.
With each word, we change. Slightly, subtly.
Sometimes it is blood that binds us. Sometimes it is choice. Love transcends blood; cements what choice connects.
Nature’s hold is tangible in the increasing lines and slowing motions. But even She does not hold back our souls.
Sometimes a single glance. A clasping of hands.
Is all that is needed.