This moment is where love exists.
The revelation comes that we don’t need to hunt love down. It has always been waiting here, in the quietude of now, whole and undivided.
This understanding rescues us from the compulsive need to seek it, rerouting our attention to recognize love’s texture in the minutiae.
A floral smell in the air, the crackle of granola between our teeth.
These moments lace us into life, into gestures of grace, the endless rhythms of connection that, in sum, form love’s true expression.