A late Easter and He has now appeared on the road to Emmaus and I'm sitting with my love on the deck overlooking the bay bathed in sun and blue.
Lingering after breakfast, a good book in hand to the sound of birdsong, waves breaking on the shore, soaking up the rays like an osteo opening it's petals, like a cat before it gets too hot and has to cool in shade, or a cormorant drying its wings on a rock in the gentle breeze. Later that morning a snakelet will slither across the warm stone and away into undergrowth.
Meanwhile a boat trawls, people working, children schooling, peace talks happening over wars, family tensions; all seem far away, yet close at heart, with thoughts for today and plans for the future.
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