In Soft Summer Nights | Alden Family
There are nights where the heavy hands of time seem suspended, still–holding a moment, a memory carefully. It’s as if it knows that the rhythmic ticks onward need stopped. So that brothers could kiss their almost new, sisters soft cheek. So that fields tall and high could be explored. So that the sinking sun and its relaxed rays could be savored. So that husband and wife could be held within each others arms for a few unrushed moments. So that daughter with eyes so blue could be wrapped fully within her mothers embrace.
In soft summer nights, quite like this one, nature and family blend into beautiful consciousness. Paths created by swaying grasses surround the family hands within each others. The backdrop of serenity. The season before change. The quiet moments of the soul. Those nights where things were right. One might dare to say–thoroughly so.
So Time smiles.
And her hands start ticking on.
