We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy by Ivan Donn Carswell
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy, from its origins in the spring-tide of youth to an afterward secured in distant mist in awe for the reason and to what end it endures. We weigh the consequence, keen with up-welling sentiment, sense new love spring before the old has run its course (but its course is never run); each day adds its weight to the sum we bear this day, to solidify with days gone by in an endless summer’s inheritance. Today we take time to renew our vows and return to the mood of youthful love with the same tremulous excitement as beset us when we danced on its eve ‘til dawn. © I.D. Carswell
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