It was raining

...but it was moving day, and so we moved. By the time the Boys got back with the huge white box truck, we had LittleWhite loaded up with all the boxes marked, "FRAGILE," which were most of them. Up and down the crooked stairs about a million times, our hooded heads soaked with cold March rain, our banter never ceased. History and memories woven together with every breath coupled with "that's what she said" humor, we worked in the Energy of Three every bit what we seemed but always so much more than ever seen.

Segue to the final piece of Leviathan Elliptical (dammit, we are NOT going to take this thing apart!)into the new space. I stood between the black iron railing and the open storm door. I held the door back as wide as it could go. The leaky, cracked gutter above the door behaved more like an open faucet. All I could hear was the pouring rain, the energy of Nature, the wind and the rain opening pores in the sodden ground to make way for spring in Maine.  The Girls were stalled on the stoop while the Boys maneuvered Leviathan Elliptical through the door.

Paused.

It was One of Those Moments.

I looked through the rain spattered storm door as if looking through Memory in Time from within the Timeless Space of Knowing.

They stood there Side by Side
Shoulder to Shoulder
Ever So Focused
Bearing a Burden Together
Not the first
Certainly not the last

All at once their dark eyes lifted in unison
Poignant
Beautiful
Divine
Hearts entwined
Soul profiles perfectly aligned

My kingdom for a camera, I thought. But, no.

Because...

To Capture the Unseen I had to be IN the Energy of Three; every bit what we seem but always so much more than can ever be seen.