the love and the joy and the shelter you can receive from another person. love is loudest of sounds.

through fate and pajamas their lives intertwined. and here we are. and everything paused except for that little room. and everything a living moving breathing thing.

crossing oceans and lands to approach this moment with steadfastness and certainty.

neath a large tree, branches spread out in comfort and welcome and respite and shade—a picnic. and for a time, though short it may be, there is nothing else.

a 24 hour whirlwind. it included little sleep, deep conversations on a hotel room couch, chick fil a mobile ordering, a loose plan and an open map.

sunrise is unique. it creeps over like a long yawn, stretching slowly, dusting the earth with muted beams of light. the shadows are much cooler. a noticeable contrast. the ground quite damp with dew. and our little paradise carved out of a backyard in austin. sheets and linens hung from clotheslines. rich green branches acknowledging the breeze.

the windiest day, atop a hill in rolling-green-texas. sunshine on everything, the world was quiet and hunter made good on a promise, true to his word, 2020 would be their year.

for your googly eye pleasure. or skip the scroll and have a good awkward dance around your room to this jam. you might need it. you definitely deserve it.

she found Jory in Costa Rica. the surfer with the cafe. living a quiet life, enjoying what was right in front of him. and there they stayed. Under sun and palm. Falling into the slowness together.

up bright and early—clean clear december morning. so we went for a walk. and it was quite cold but very nice. that white winter sun finding everything.

the light was so thick and brushed out covering everything in gold and the boys ran around and chewed on grass and laughed and shouted and entertained us all.

her wild red hair, his long steps. the gentleness between them. the years that led to this.