The autumn air carried a chill, forcing us to pull sweaters over our t-shirts, and giving me a new appreciation for the warmth of his hand surrounding mine.
Our quiet voices mixed, musically, with the earthy sounds around us as we talked easily of little things.
To the left of the trail, irregularly shaped stones pointed the way to a swelling of the ground, inviting us to climb.
As my rubber-soled feet struggled to gain a foothold amongst jutting rocks and rolling stones, I thrust both hands in front of me in preparation for the fall before I feel his, larger hands around my waist, pulling me away from the rocks, and into his chest.
Climbing the rest of the way, without incident, we reached the top of the rising and stopped; to breathe, and to survey the landscape we had just traversed from a new perspective.
Standing on the apex, there is a renewed sense of hope in the clearness of the air, and gratitude that I didn’t make the climb, alone.
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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It's such a beautiful photos !! Love it.
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