a day out

amidst the weather and wine

we drove.

the rain hit the windows,

blurring the landscape

and muffling the conversation.

but we didn't mind.

our hands met,

cold at first

with nil-forgotten eagerness,

but soon found warmth

in their gentle dance.

we ducked outside,

hands still grasped,

and breathed in

the wet autumn day.

blustery wind pulled

at our hair and ears

as we hid beneath the covered bridge.

rushing water spilled and churned

over the way,

attempting to engulf

its imprisoned trees

and turning back upon itself.

a single grey heron stood in the shallows,

tall and statuesque.

back inside

as we ventured on.

despite the chill,

we ate ice cream

at an old drug store diner,

laughing and smiling

to the past yearbook photographs.

again we embarked

to a bridge,

both covered and old.

we climbed up among its wooden arms

and captured the day.

but soon our day was closing,

and we had to venture home,

palms still crossed,

warm,

loving,

and wishing

for another day.