Emily Dickinson said all we know of love is that love is all there is. I distinctly remember that because it was written on our wedding invitations. King Solomon wanted to be comforted with wine and apples because he was sick of love. I'm leaning a little on the king's side these days. It's not that I don't feel the love anymore, because I definitely do; it's all around me. But people profess love for anything and everything; it's so ubiquitous it's losing its significance and it's not nearly as impressive as it once was. Don't misunderstand. I believe in love. To steal a line from The Bard, my love is boundless as the sea; I want to feel its waves wash over me, until I am breathless and panting for air. Too much? Maybe? Maybe I'm not tired of love, only the banal talk. Let us sit by the ocean, sharing apples and wine, and wait for the sea to swallow us.
~Elise Skidmore ©2022