A Scottish Perspective.....

Its cold, wet and windy outside
She sits on the window seat resting her forehead against the cold glass
Her eyes focusing on the rain as it hits the window
She watches the droplets as they trickle down the pane and traces one with her finger
She is concious of each drop making its way through uncharted terrain
Unknown territory
Sometimes struggling with the path it chose
Not always taking the easy route
The well trodden route
But never giving up
She feels a hand on her sholder
She feels his wamth
His strength
She looks up and into the eyes of her storm
She feels at peace
She knew she would never be the same again
He sits beside her and pulls her onto his lap
Wrapping his arms around her
Holding her tight
She snuggles into his body
Feeling his strength
His warmth
His kindness
His love
No matter the path chosen it had brought her to this point
To this place
A place where she felt loved
Accepted
Needed
Wanted
Cherished
A place where she never wanted to leave