Tucked Away

There are certain sights, sounds and conversations that need not be recorded to be remembered.  Incarnate snapshots seared and pierced through-and-through our spirit, not easily erased or eroded, tucked away safely in our hearts.

Bleached two-hundred year-old cypress trees.
Bracing blue spring water and a vintage rope swing.
Texas summer afternoon.
A 12-year-old boy on the cusp of becoming a man. 

Tucked away.

A ball of fire drops west.
A stunning sphere of full moon rises east over lovely Lake Travis.  

Friends sit in easy company, toes scrunching the sand.  

Smile creases and rippling laughter mirror the water.

Tucked away.

Tattoos and keep-Austin-weird at every turn.  

Austin's shivery Barton Spring nature beneath the ancient diving board.
A dare from her brothers.  

The courage of a girl-child who wants to fly.

Tucked away.

Memories tucked away in the deep ravines and fertile soil of our heart.