and the eve falls upon them,

by Rachel Lynch in

From slumber to the warm haze of a morning garden, she woke to find flowers in her hair. He had placed them ever so perfectly in a circle of white, vines intertwining like the nights they share. She makes him coffee, lays out his clothes and they share kitchen kisses. He's off to work and she as well. Manhattan is a garden for the ambitious. The day is long and they barley share a word. But, it makes the evenings that much better. As they wildly ramble about their days over cuddling in bed and breakfast for dinner. I fall asleep safe, because I know I will wake next to you.

photos by: Megan Kathleen Mcisaac