The whisper of a placid dream. Warm lullabies laying in a field. Crisp rain ceases for the clouds to part. Glimmers of bold rays penetrate, basking the horizon in a gilded mist. The sound of nostalgia brings forth hope, not for the past to be once more, but a new beginning of forgiveness and understanding. A broken smile upturned into deep creases in face and heart, full laughter filled with salt of the sea, salt of the earth, salt of bittersweet times. Late nights beneath the stars, fingers interlaced, led by anticipation.