They are all really there together – in their sacred spot – with their loves – all else just evaporates as they remember how much they cherish one another – how at home they are at this moment.
They are finally pausing to feel the touch of those closest to them – to just enjoy each other’s company at the end of the day – they could be all together on the cottage deck – often they are, and very soon they will – they promise – the summer days are coming.
They gaze out thru the fireflies towards the breaks in the scrub – exhale the poisons as they focus on the moon glow over the sea – will be brilliant shimmer over the beach in just a few hours.
But no, on this evening they are scattered in a variety of physical “spots” – all quite beautiful and charming in their own right – but this is their very favorite.
To their beach cottage they rally – using their considerable skills to carve out their own world – to find their place of ultimate love and trust.
Arriving in a crazy variety of “states” they worship the welcome of pure caring – braving the ultimate merger of openness and closeness – such is their knowing – precious is their grace.