counting, smile and mating

1  We try to spend all of our time together but it's in the air that he soon must leave again. Every minute counts.

2 The mountains call us so we hop on the motorbike and head uphill. The trails are winding and tight in spots but lush and green and mossy. He says, "I'm surprised you're not afraid of the steep cliff on the left." I reply, "Of course I'm not scared. What's to be scared of? I'm with you and you're the best motorbike rider I know." I can hear his smile.

3 The hummingbirds are mating. We are honored to be able to watch it in the shrubs right in front of us. It's fast, flighty and furious activity.