Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for September 20, 2013

I remember having a hard day… one of the hardest days any person could have! The streets of the setting sun were mocking, and echoing into the fading of the day… even in the wake of the summer sun, the world could have been in an icy winter’s chill, for all it was worth… – Inserting the key into the door, I began to consider my regroup strategy… the search for the treasures that would console me. Should have known the search would not have been exhausting, for in those very moments, the soft touch of arms made contact with my person, and caught in the storm of surprise, in that surprising and pleasurable embrace, came the soothing sounds of a voice. That voice? My wife welcoming me home…. – Her eyes became as streetlights and moonlight in quiet slumbers, but the one thing that spoke to me even louder in those moments? Her soft, caring touch… The oasis in a vast ocean, the shelter of harbor, in many a storm: Her unconditional embrace…..