There is a quiet that starts to settle in. The hustle of the day evaporates as if it was the mist and fog drifting off from the cool lake in the morning. It was there and now …not there.
How to accept the quiet. How to adjust to the non-calendar. To the openness of time. To a minute of quiet connected to another minute of quiet. No noise. No chatter. No appointment.
She is cooking in the kitchen. It is filling the home with the sweet aroma of the dinner to be. She has the cookbook out and is studying the various ingredients to test and try out the flavors that may be added to the mix.
You can hear the plates moving on the counter. The door to the oven opening and closing. The glasses being set on the table. The bottle of wine is close by. The appreciation of herbs and textures. The simplicity of a menu coming together in the quiet of a Saturday afternoon.
The unveiling is tomorrow. The quiet, the aromas, the love for the moment you are in in that moment is all that is needed, wanted, required, desired.
The unveiling will take us to another time, a story of hopes, dreams and time…but right now, in this moment, it is the quiet. The aromas. The love of a love.
Ageless.