Nothing but space and words between us three.
Birds overhead not necessarily in search of crumbs, just happy to hover, excited it seemed.
The day so pleasant in the midst of the miss part of hit or miss thunderstorms.
We headed down to the beach, a quick little walk and when the radar was favorably wrong in its prediction,
we stayed three or four times longer than the okay, we’ll head back in a minute pact, postponed seven or so times over.
And the wide open space of blue gray bluer made me feel like the sweetest, most tiny speck of nothing significant but oh, so very much more.
Oh, God, the nearness of you, I thought.