Essays
We’ll Always be Connected
I wake up to the warmth of Lou’s hand on my face. I open my eyes and see Lou reaching out her hands, smiling. She seems to be in a good mood. I softly plant a kiss on her forehead, then stand up with her strapped to my chest. See the sun set, the day is ending. I look ahead—the mountainous terrain stretches out in front of me, with the open sky sitting behind.
'Okay. Time to head home.'