I have a strong feeling this will not last, because that is what we have been taught by our mothers and fathers. Nothing is infinite. Or at least very few things are. And love probably won’t conquer our cruel nature.
I have a strong feeling this season will end, because every season ends. That’s what we have been taught. But maybe our Winters will turn into Spring so quickly that we won’t even know we’ve made it until well after we are sipping sweet tea in the heart of July.
You wipe sweat off your furrowed brow and whisper to me, “this is refreshing.”