I thought of you today.
There were bumble bees landing on flowers and lady bugs flying through the shade of a pine tree.
The crows had all gone.
But the bluebirds were chirping and the sun was beginning to set behind hills.
I thought about your words today.
The ones you spoke in a backcountry forest,
between a creek fed by snowmelt and a freshly lit campfire.
You had used them with intention, making sure that my ears were ready to listen.
As the sun began to set behind hills,
your words seemed to comfort me then.
And they did the same today,
while I was thinking of you.
— leest1 —