The Retreat

I See You
Haris

As the warmth of the exuberant sun in summer waxes and wanes into the
onset of autumn we retreat into the warmth of a place we consider home.
The time of reflection begins as
we listen quietly to the intrinsic voices of life and love.

In the still of the night, the voices softly whisper, a reminder that our time here is brief;

urging us to love until it hurts and when it hurts, love some more.

Love until we don’t care about the pain, until we stop expecting anything in return,

until all that matters, is our ability to love in the best way we can.
- Kay Lynn Gabaldon

Composition By:

Kay Lynn Gabaldon

September 2015