Prologue

There's something beautiful about waiting for someone, walking into the experience. A trust of what you dreamed it to be, everything you wanted it to be, a strive to achieve. It's a beautiful sight. Sometimes you get to a part of your life, and you just never want to leave... I'll know when that is if you may be there with me.

Sometimes I wonder if we've met, or if we have yet to meet, and the wait is the most difficult part. But I've been waiting for you my whole life, and in a garden full of flowers that I planted, I wonder if and when the buds may finally begin to go into a full bloom, so that I may arrange something beautiful for you. However long that may last…

A part of me wonders if we may meet in this life, and I’ve accepted, if we may not. But until then, my love, safe passage on your travels. May it be beautiful, meaningful, and filled with a life of love. To the day until meet on the shore.

“You know”

“There's a saying... Red sky in morning, shepherd's take warning; red sky at night, shepherd's delight.”

“Who are you?” she asked in a playful tease.

“Florist by day, Shepherd by evening.”

“Well in that case,” Summer said stopping, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“Take me on a journey”

John looked at Summer, his hands upon her hips, and smiled. He dipped her down, as she gave a laugh, as she gave a giggle.

“I want you to know…” he told her.

“I’m not looking for anything serious, but let’s see where this may go.”