They were inseparable, bound by love and a shared passion for adventure.
On a warm afternoon, with the sun languid in the sky and a gentle breeze rustling through the trees, they decided to go for a bike ride through the neighbourhood.
As they pedalled leisurely, they admired the beauty around them – the bright wildflowers swaying in the breeze, the shimmering expanse and the chirping of birds serenading them from the branches. With every turn of the wheel, they felt the stress of the week disappear and be replaced by a sense of freedom and joy.
When they stopped at a calm lake shimmering in the sunlight, they decided to pause for a moment. The wife leant her head against her husband’s shoulder and watched the waves dance across the water, their fingers intertwined in a silent promise for eternity.
They told each other stories and daydreamed, their laughter mingling with the rustling of leaves and the occasional splash of a fish breaking the surface. Time seemed to stand still in their little bubble of happiness, enveloped in each other’s love.
At some point on the way back, they realised that one of the bikes had a flat tyre and decided to simply ride home together on one bike and pick up the broken one later. One of their cats ran into them halfway and the woman picked her up and took her into the safety of her arms for the journey home.
They cycled towards home in the warm afternoon sun, their hearts full of love, their souls full of joy and their laughter echoing through the countryside – it’s not the perfection of things that makes a moment perfect, but the person we share it with.
