Love Hosts Its Own

It was early in the afternoon when they finally arrived at the mountain ledge they had seen from the cabin. It was right at the treeline and the sweet fragrance of spruce and pine encouraged them to take in deep draughts of air. The ground was still a bit rocky so they held hands as they walked through the stand of evergreens into which they had climbed; they had not gone a hundred paces when they saw laid out before them a grassy mountain meadow, clear and green and sunny. On its edge they could hear a stream and the mountain itself leaped straightaway up to the sky. What a protected hollow they had found; the majestic pines behind them and the grand mountain before them and to the sides made this a perfectly protected little spot...a kind of hideaway that was not at all visible from below. They entered and felt the sun warm upon their faces as a light breeze tousled their hair and the crisp sound of the mountain stream from which they had drunk earlier gurgled at the meadow's edge. The grass was deep and deep green and seemed to billow as they walked; the sky was the deepest blue with large fluffy white clouds sauntering along.
"Let's lie down and look up at the clouds."
"Ok...I was just thinking that..."

Shape after shape passed overhead as each enjoined the other to see the shape that they noticed; laughter ensued and then drowsiness. For a brief time they just rested on that meadow with the sun as sentinel and breeze as fragrant lullaby; the worries of the day, the week, and the lifetime floated gently away with the clouds and they fell into a deep and dreamless sleep where every tiny cell of their body released its care and found itself awash in Light.

One of the many blessings summertime brings is the ever lengthening days; and the softer light of early evening brought a cooler air that soon awakened and revived them for the walk back down to the cabin. Later that night, with a fire roaring in the fireplace and sated appetites, they escaped again to those brief moments in nature's serene silence and repose, falling asleep in each others arms, cradled by the Love that came to them there as they slept upon its lawn, while high up in that mountain meadow, a preternatural glow illumined small white flowers blooming just where they had lain.