Loch Lomond.

We sat on the rocks that waves crashed upon, the cold breeze flowing through my hair, your jacket protecting my arms from the bitter breeze.

We watched the sun set over Ben Lomond, the water going far out as we could see, trees and grass blocking the water for going any further.

They young children running along the edge of the water as their parents walked behind them, hand in hand, teens skipping rocks along the water.

Makes me think of our time together, we once were like those teens skipping rocks, we could then grow to be like the parents watching their children.

Watching all different generations gather here at Loch Lomond makes me think of how long we have our time together, we either have a lifetime or we have tomorrow.