Beyond the lawn, river ran.
Light danced upon its face.
In its run held rainbow dreams they knew to be real for they had caught and held them in their hands before releasing back into the river’s run.
From the river, ridge rose steep, its sides a deep of shadowed green—summer’s cover setting in. She loved the shadow as much as the light.
Together they sat in rest from porch in overlook of the river and lawn and ridge. They listened to the river’s song, gentle speak of flow over bed of stone with spirit that changed in show and life and lie of dreams amidst riffled shallows and deep pool depths.
Neither spoke. Shared presence was enough, each in listen to river’s and wild’s tell: a morning peace in immersion of place, soothing like river’s cool in summer sun.