I am on yet another road trip. A road trip within a roadtrip! This one has taken me from Southern California to Northern California, to Santa Clara county, to Sunnyvale.
To see the "boy". The "boy" whom I am reminded of because of the color of the wheatfields. The last time I saw him I was afraid it was the last time I'd see him.
He found my trail of breadcrumbs, and I found his, and the trails led to each other, and we ended up holding hands again.
As "we" know, if "we've" read The Little Prince, words are often a source of misunderstanding. We have spent much of our time together just being quiet, together. It has been a time of restoration of relationship, and affection. I am amazed.
It is a truly a bright, a sunny, valley in which I find myself today. I do not know what the future holds for "us", for me and the boy, but today, so much more than ever before, I know that whatever that is, it will be right.