Here is where it begins. A moment is taken out of the stream of time and is made into a beginning. All that has gone before was just a prelude to this moment. Times that coalesced into what is now a time from where everything that is new will grow. Now is the seed the future will grow from. Everything up to now has been a matter of wind, rain and happenstance that has left this seed of the future ready to grow, to germinate, from this moment.
Everything after now will be the future that grows from this moment, every movement of my hand every flutter of your skin under it, every breath we take and every moment we share in this small room will dictate how our future grows.
We both want it to grow strong all tall under a warm loving sun, we want it to turn to follow the light of many long spring and summer days, to burst into bloom and fill our lives with warm scents and bright colours and turn each future day into a paradise of possibility.
There will be storms though, beyond the refreshing rains; such storms that will churn, rip, destroy and scatter so much on those ravaging winds of time that leave everything torn and battered. We have to hope that what grows from this moment will be strong enough, flexible enough to survive them and to grow beyond this small beginning.
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