=link= | Jack And Jill Lavynder Rain

“You will walk this valley,” the spirit said, “and every time you argue, the cracks will deepen. Every time you forgive, a flower will bloom. When the rain turns from lavender to clear, you may go home.”

“You have remembered how to fall together,” she said. “Not just down a hill, but into understanding.” jack and jill lavynder rain

They fell not down the hill, but through it—tumbling through layers of soft earth and root and memory. When they landed, gasping, they were in a different place: a valley of endless lavender under a rain that fell upward, drops rising from the ground to the sky. “You will walk this valley,” the spirit said,

“Don’t look into it too long,” Jill warned, but Jack was already mesmerized. His reflection in the mist smiled back at him, but older, sadder, crowned with wilted flowers. “Not just down a hill, but into understanding

Jill looked at Jack. Jack looked at Jill. They were stubborn both, quick to tease and quicker to take offense. It seemed an impossible task.