Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

” I asked, pulling my scarf a little tighter around my neck.

“I am matching my steps to my breath,” he said. “Four steps in, four steps out.”

“You sound steady.”

“I am steady,” he said, and his hand reached out to brush against my sleeve for just a second before he pointed toward a thick oak tree.

Near the top of a dead branch, a bright red cardinal sat continue reading …