Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Our Bench
Our bench,
The place where we go
To be alone, together
Alone,
Together.
Hand in hand,
Having traversed the field
Finally sitting, hand in hand,
Alone,
Together.
Seasons come and go,
We always find our way
Back here, to our bench
Together,
Alone.
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
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Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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Reminds me of my porch swing. I only get snatches of together alone time with him. It’s nice. Today we split logs alone together, but we were together and laughing. You’ve captured that nicely here.
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Thank you. We are fortunate. Most of the time we have a houseful, but now that we’ve retired, and business commitments are gone, we always find time to be together. I love splitting logs! Thanks for your ‘lovely’ comments :).
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