Like the tall trees, sparkling river waters and white-capped mountains they call home, These Hands are a thing of, scenic beauty. A story of true nature. Matching shades of small town values, and hues of mutual friendship connecting like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle; fingers interlaced with ease and locked into place to form a broader picture.
These Hands have meandered awkward stages to arrive at a beautiful destination. Like the stretch to their favorite isolated campsite. the journey was dusty, bumpy and curvy. At fifteen his hands shook with hesitation, reluctant to make a move. Her hands worked to build a wall of protection around their friendship. But he took hold of courage and she softened to his touch when he finally kissed her. Now they make casual strides as though they’re on one of their leisurely bike rides. Calm, cool and carefree. Just another set of handlebars to grip.
Handprints from previous generations have paved the way for their future hopes: to leave their mark on the same soils, rich with heritage. His hands will rebuild their inherited home as they begin to build a life together, starting with their beloved Luna. In the end, they hope to still be hand in hand as they take in the view of it all from their porch.
These are the hands of the newlyweds.