I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
Want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you?
--Eurythmics, Here Comes the Rain Again
He walked the skeletal forest and dodged mud puddles on the trail.
The ground laid soft, punished by the long winter. Twilight blue inked the sky, but light still blushed along the horizon.
Robins flashed nervous wings in the trees. The rest of the flock hurried through the wet leaves.
He broke into open fields and checked his watch. Too late now. Even if he turned back, he wouldn’t beat the drippy spring darkness.
Along the edge of the old cemetery, he stopped. These stones were forgotten, far from the road. He stood, not bothering to count the seconds. The day was slipping away.
He didn’t hear, because the ground was soft.
He didn't hear until her words pushed aside the silence.
“So. You still come here too?” she said.
He closed his eyes a moment before turning around.