Rocks and trees

There is a moment.

A moment of being totally present.

A moment of stillness.

A moment without anything to spoil its purity.

I am in my chair. The room is quiet.

You kneel naked by my knee. Your cheek upon my thigh.

My fingers play idly through your hair.

There is much to come, much you must do for me, much I must do to you.

But this moment is only for us to be us, and our minds to be still.

I love this moment with you more than any other because…

You have brought balance to my world.

We are where we are meant to be.

Nothing else matters.

It is our moment.