“Darling, welcome home, you were meant to be here all along”

The tulips grew tired as autumn bled it’s way through the center. I watched each pedal stretch their arms out for the last time as the leaves showed us how beautiful an ending can be.

But it wasn’t finality. It wasn’t a balancing act for the seasons. It wasn’t some sort of truce between the sun and moon:

It was 400 miles and rotating seasons that started with October skies.

Showed the universe how beautiful balancing can actually be, if you take your time.

Showed the harshness of this world how to be still in the sacred parts of a journey that ultimately led us home.

Showed everyone around us how each piece wrote a beautiful story, and this is my favorite chapter- the part where we finally bloom unconditionally and the seasons collide into their own type of endless summer.

Crack my rib cage open like your favorite book- words falling from my heart spelling out your name.

We hold the seasons like a tulip that never dies and it means so much more than blooming: It means infinite laughter. Building a place of peace that fills in gaps between miles and miles and miles. Reaching out our hands until they stop trembling. The safety in knowing that I could bloom over and over and over again, because it all leads back to you.

“Darling, welcome home, you were meant to be here all along”, my heart echos, forevermore.