Wheeling Gull Isle leizashou

They are a fused temple, limbs holding to the  perfect reflection, unison melded by tiny shared beats of heart. There is only darkness, he cannot see his own arms and legs, or to know if this life is a trap or a blessing.

But there is gentleness, there are the soft strokes and  endless  streams  of milk and honey.  Today there is something new, too. It’s lovely and ripples him nearer like a little keel sailing  into safe harbor. A swaddled song for fastened ears, but he knows this voice for  he has heard it before. And though he is blind he can see: incandescence.

Something in him responds to something in her.

Today Judah learns love.