So here we are, on the cottage's porch one more, sipping on some yellow tea sweetened with normal table sugar, while munching on some crumpets that are baked beforehand by the caretakers.
Of course, Aurora is still cuddling her kitty, which is now fast asleep.
While Leigh and I hold our hands tight while looking at the blue sky, Aurora gathers her thoughts.
***
Because of them, my life now has more in store for me.
Everyday seems to be a surprise – a pleasant surprise.
I talk to them every day about daily happenings around Atlanta, as well as deep conversations about several things – things that admittedly broadened my horizons.
Yes, they may be country singers, but they also have wit and wisdom I have never ever felt before… and because of them, I feel more secure than ever.
But once I look into Fred's eyes, my mind wanders off to a distant memory.
It is blurry, but it still is there for a reason.
