Weekend Bliss
There was a rhythm to our retreat that felt right. Hiking trails by day, our feet crunching leaves beneath, brought a connection to nature while laughter and starlit conversations deepened ours.
As we stumbled back to the cabin, arms laden with firewood, David chuckled, ‘Who knew we’d make good lumberjacks?
’ I grinned, savoring moments of true companionship. At times like these, we weren’t searching for answers; just basking in the joy of now.