Her coat hung low around her waist,
Unbuttoned and flowing gently behind her,
The air nipped at her neck,
But she didn’t care,
Her hand was warmed by the calloused edges of his,
Worn and leathered by years on the outside,
They walk slowly and deliberately,
Hand in hand,
He guides her around puddles.
She points to a flock of birds returning to make the arrival of spring,
They are everything to each other,
He knows every curve of her body,
Every freckle and every scar,
She feels in her bones when he’s hurt,
And she knows where he’s starting to grey,
And all of his insecurities,
The world around them is being born again,
And so are they into love.
So this will become the poster for our next event at Doische Escalade.
Photos Credits: Denis B.
Please, keep the credits on this picture.
THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH IT’S SO HAPPY AND THERE ARE SO MANY BALLS TO CHOOSE FROM AND THEN IN THE END IT’S JUST SO OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS IT HAS TO LEAVE