We sit in the soft grass that meets the shallow reaches of the pond. With our feet in the water, we play with the small pebbles underneath. Ripples of water flow out from the low waterfall a few feet ahead and blur the image of the moon that tries to rest peacefully on the surface. Its light reflects off the crystal blue water and dances on the rocks strewn everywhere. Our backs are snugly hid by the thick layers of mossy trees; their branches and leaves hang out and above the clear water.
You keep your arms around me as we sit together, feet still in the water. I lean back into you, and you breathe into me; I feel your cheek resting on my head. I sigh. I trace the lines on your hands. Warm. When were people so warm? For a moment I only hear our breathing and the ripples of the water.
I shiver slightly at your touch as you brush against my arm accidentally. Ah.
You trace the lines on my hands.
And whisper into my ear...
