There are remnants of rainwater on your skin; the beautiful planes across your face. I find you beautiful, your graceful being like the sunset itself.
We are wandering through the woods, meandering through despite the thick clouds. We are hand in hand, comfortably silent, walking past fallen logs and tree skins.
We laugh and dance, and watch the sun leave us. Miles and miles of lush green trees, we fell together into our world – time stops. We do not.