When hands meet.

Sunday evening. The kids not at home. Let’s do something special. A night à deux, only us. Romantic dinner, cinema, being at the shore? It sounded all good — anything.

“Just a little bit more work. Could you help me?” “Sure.”

The cinema had started when we raised our heads again. The fridge was too full of expiring goodies. The night had barely started — and was already lost.

The “ungood” feeling began to rise in him, in me, in us.

“Let’s go for a walk.” “Ok” (with the uninspiring downward melody). We walked, each being in their thinking.

And then, nature did its magic. Softly and gently, our senses opened. We shared, cared, and listened — and our hands met again.

Champagne for the Mind #46 — May 20, 2023