A Storm, a Thermos, a Promise
Rain stitched sheets across the lake, wind testing knots with impatient fingers. We sheltered beneath a cedar, sipped hot cinnamon tea, and promised never to outrun blue-black horizons again. The storm passed, air tasted new, and the shoreline seemed to exhale. Off-season teaches timing, not toughness. The best vows are made with wet sleeves, warm bellies, and a renewed respect for pauses that keep future mornings open, bright, and wonderfully, generously available for wonder.