It takes a very long time to become young.
On this chilly morning the fog rolled in, blanketing the world in a swirling mist of white cloud. It shrouded the banks of the river and hovered in the tree tops. It was fresh and soft, thoughtful and gorgeous.
These two made it perfect.
Loved the simpleness of just being together.
And while they are obliged to grow…
(and I am excited to watch them grow)
I do wish they would try to stay this way for as long as they can muster.
it takes so very long to become young.