Wheeling Gull Isle Still you give yourself away

He picked one scent, following it to its beginning. He crested the lavender hill and right before his eyes was the red figure of Simeon. John’s heart skipped a beat, and he would have flown to cover the distance between them, had Simeon not been praying. 

He quietly strode down the hill, and only when Simeon would end his prayer, did John look to him, a heartfelt look in his eyes: “Simeon. It is a blessing to see you. You have been missed, dearly. You are well?” 

Oh how he wished to embrace the young man, yet he was not the young lad that John had saved from the waves a year ago. He was a young man now.