Sublime #writephoto


Are you here? Is this real?

Even though she could feel the warmth of his breaths upon his lips, she could feel his chest rise and fall, and hear his heart beat and hers stop, she did not dare turn her head and look towards him. Even though he was a touch away, she did not dare make that contact.

All her life she waited for this. Could she ever believe she would sit by him and they will witness the eternity of sky, together. There they were, but she did not dare put him to test. She had been poise all her life, staunch like a determined sea not tearing up to any storm.

But this moment was fragile. She had carefully embellished her to the thread of her heart, she was scared to be disintegrated at its hand.
How long has it been? She asked.

I don’t know, but I’m sure this is what eternity feels like. He replied.

They both sighed.

They loved this sight. There was something sublime about it. There were no day, no night in the gardens of Eden. It was like the sun and the moon were in a divine contentment, a state of blue between rise and fall.
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Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

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December stories: Healing through empathy 

Nature is empathetic.
When the trees have lost their leaves, when the nests have been emptied out, and their hearts reminisce, Nature calls upon chilly winds to console their cold aching hearts. The sky takes on a comforting warm hue as if condoling with the trees. 

Then the little ones hatch in a cold world and accept the embrace of naked trees so they warm up their cores for a new cycle of life. 

Thus they all heal each other through love and mutualism. 

Picture prompt: Serene