It was an ordinary summer day. You and I packed a picnic lunch, ate on the hillside under the oak trees. You with your ham sandwich and mustard, me with my Caesar salad. You had packed Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Single servings of New York Super Fudge Chunk. And we sat and ate and laughed. Together.
The sunlight filtered through the oak leaves. It is sometimes enough to just have an ordinary picnic on an ordinary summer day. Light and shadow. A gentle summer breeze. A hand to hold. Sometimes, that is all we need.
The ordinary become extraordinary.