She's Talking About Truth

I'm snuggling up next to her, and she's talking about truth. It's so warm and cozy, and we just get each other. I don't have to say much, nor her, because she knows most of what I know, and I, her. There's nothing wrong, no room for wrongness, because we both understand how scarce a glimpse of truth is and of each other's reverence for it— so we're not concluding a lot really, and we've talked through most of this already, but we're working with all the little details; to make a little progress on understanding at a time. It is an elegant dance, slow and precise with absolute certainty, yet at ease, relaxed and soft. This is our sanctuary.