facing the winds, eyes closed, eyes open. i can smell the ocean on your hair.
your hands in mine, two mountains, two rivers, two raptors in flight.
the seeds planted, looking forward to the seasons shifting. long languid days, no worries, no bad blood.
you are the shimmer in my seas, the wisps in my twilight, and the lingering heat in my summer nights.
sit on top of your roof for an hour at twilight. feel the earth in rotation, daydream into the evening.