What’s in your mind’s eye as you listen?
For me, muted tones in early evening in fall — a young woman in a long dress greeting her love on the porch of their home, blowing leaves and the smell of bonfire, a field of dry grass and gnarled trees along the coast… sand and sea. An empty wooden swing remembering years of joyful use. The same couple, old now. Dishes are done, he’s holding her in the kitchen, she’s leaning back into him and smiling.
“I’m in a garden where we planted a seed.”
