Monday, June 15, 2009
The Morning After
His sneakers squeezed the tea water from the dark, forest leaves. "What are you doing up?
"I woke up early," she said. "I guess I'm not used to going to bed before midnight."
His gaze surveyed the mountains where lightning had stitched rivers in the black sky. "Not much to do when those storms roll in and the power goes out."
Her fingertips danced across the diamonds dug from the rain.
"The clouds are puffy in the trees, and the sky is so blue," she said. "Nothing in the world could be wrong on a morning like this."