" a matter of memory "


my fingers brushed along the lengthy fern leaves, taking some time to gently thumb the brown tips which were dry and crumbled under the soft pressure.

it was so still and quiet, all i remember was the whoosh of the breeze turning a corner around the corners, and fluttering about the koi ponds.

light footsteps meandered and echoed in the near-enclosed space. in the distance, bells chimed. in the distance, children laughed.

our eyes met full of life in a beautifully reverent place, and we without speaking a single word, made a promise intent on keep it.

tonight's homework:

don't just make wishes, make wishes come true.