Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
--Credence Clearwater Revival, Have You Ever Seen the Rain
"Why are you whispering?" he said.
She laid on the ground with her hands folded beneath her head. "I don't know."
"Seriously. There's no one around."
"For miles. Miles and miles."
"It's too quiet to talk."
The haze in the night sky dissolved a little.
More stars emerged. But still not clear like winter. Two months ago the contellations draped the sky like moon sprinkles and ice.
"I think I hear a train," he said.
"You can hear them far away in the night."
"I wonder where's its going."
She shrugged. "Here. And then away."
"Are you sleepy yet?"
"I wonder what your parents are doing."
"No. I don't know. Happy that I'm not there."
The train whistle echoed in the charcoal grey hills. The clacking wheels sounded so close. Like the screeching rails were bearing down on them.
She felt him watching her by her side. Through the early dew on the grass.
"You know I love you, don't you," he said.
"I feel like I could love you forever."
"I know," she said, dropping her voice to the edge of hearing. "I know."