And so, the today is impregnated with that yesterday
Many years went by. During many afternoons on Saturday, they loved to share lunch, sitting together beneath the shade of their beloved tree. They would place an enormous, brightly coloured table cloth in the midst of the green grass in the clearing..
There in the cool of the tree’s shade, the young couple sat together, scarcely older than children, as they talked the afternoon away and laughed without a care in the world. There, under the protecting overhang of the old tree, they drank in their love for each other, reveled in their youth and enjoyed the delicious food that always tasted so much better when shared.
The food was prepared at home and they brought it over inside the yellow wicker baskets. These meals, out in the open air, would mark the end of a long week of intense work and labour. Those were the days, in which the young couple relished the moment and dreamed with the future, just there, within their grasp and only waiting for them to reach out to make it theirs.