Twenty years today.
We stood on this shore at dawn, stood side by side and made a promise in our hearts.
We stood in a place, this place that is rooted deep in both of us,
and did I feel the sands of time sweep around us, take us back into sunny days of our childhoods when we perhaps sat side by side here unbeknownst? Had we but known, when we came here in swaggering, loud adolescent swarms, young bodies plunging off the pier into head-shrinking cold, into an underwater world alive with slippery, grasping tendrils of seaweed, had we but known. Was that you over there? Did we glance, our eyes briefly meeting in flirting, innocent glimpses, unknowing how our paths were bound to cross?
At what point did our threads begin to weave together?
Time and distance notwithstanding, this place, this town we cannot shake.
Maybe it's thread is too strong in the weave of our story,
maybe we go deeper here than we know.
Were the colourful threads always here, bound together even before we knew?
Here today we stand again.
And yes I feel those sands of time blow across my skin, twenty more years. Years of our own children playing in the sand, jumping in the water, making their own marks in the world, weaving their own stories that entwine with ours, some now beginning to find their own pattern, curling slightly away.
To this point today, we stand again.
Oh my heart...I could not have foreseen such joy.