Darkness.

Darkness..

Darkness…

The cool evening sky seems so endless and so vast. The anticipated murmur below is all that breaks through this silence, this darkness.

There is a small light, as insignificant, as minimal, as a single birthday candle on top of a cake. The murmur dies down to a brief whisper. A whisper of hushing. All that is heard is the sorrowful song of the summer ...

The summer breeze blew her hair in wild brunette wisps around her head. She drew a breath, deeper, and deeper until her ribs ached. The taste of the warm air made her tongue tingle with excitement. She stood in the tall grass and ran her fingertips over the dried plants. Her eyes focused on his back as he was kneeling to adjust the thin plaid quilt on the lone patch of dark dirt that barely broke ...