9/4/2021 - Two Orange Adirondacks

Two orange Adirondacks sit on a hill under one assuring maple, a prairie of wild grasses slopes gently away and a green-blanketed mountain swarms into the clear blue sky beyond. The first air of autumn drifts down the valley, tickling bare arms and drawing their hands together. Summer is ended. A few leaves in disparate trees fade into yellow as two hearts synchronize, 2 sets of thoughts merge into one and a current of contentment flows between them, things are right where they belong.