They lived in what seemed like the last Summer evening. The air warm–but changing, slowing progressing towards Fall and hinting towards tones of the season shift.
Yet no matter the weather, whether warmer or colder, their love remained steady.
Safe. Solid. Set.
Abiding through it all along with the person that stood beside them.
That was the thing with love-true love that is.
No matter the season, no matter the time or opportunity, whether filled with joy or pain or unknown–it endured.
So the seasons shifted and along with it a change in their own lives. And in a blink it would change again forever.
And then they’d begin the greatest season yet…