Love Articles

This morning, I was walking along the gorgeous Moss Beach coastline with a dear friend. As we walked, we found ourselves talking about love — not the abstract, poetic kind, but the very real, everyday love and mutual fondness that exists between her, her husband, and myself. We paused as the birds around us suddenly began chirping, almost as if they were trying to catch our attention. My friend jokingly said, “Yeah, you’re whistling at me!” and, in that exact moment, a bird gave the perfect cat-call whistle. I bent over in laughter — such good medicine.