Portrait of Love

A striking difference there is between lust and love.

Lust - the single bite of a cookie after weeks of restriction, longing for just one gram of sweetness melting on her tongue. When it dissolves, it turns out the idea was more alluring than the reality of it.

Love. Love is deeper than comprehension. All encompassing, love leaves her speechless and in wonder.

When the air begins to cool after a down pour, steam slowly seeps out of the earth, the stream, the hot gravel road. Sun and radiance penetrating the world, unseen by the eye until a catalyst exposes. Triggered by change by life giving water from the heavens. That love that has been there all along in Mother Nature, and seemingly dormant, begins to rise.

Without control or direction fog forms, mist manifests. The forest floor breaths life again.

That is love.

Depth and strength unknown at first, then undeniable. Even after calibration and evaporation, the steam returns to the sky. New mysterious clouds form above. But now she realizes, sees, knows, and feels deep in her bones what love is. Unmatched in a way she cannot describe. A knowing that cannot be verbalized.

Waiting days, months, years, for that next precipitation to expose the love once again.

Coming home to the heart.

Until then, remembering all along that the love is always there beneath her feet. On solid ground souls carry her one step at a time. Forward, in silence, and in peace. With confidence now. With hope.

Image: ArtistGNDphotography