Sunday, June 26, 2005

sitting by the riverfront, watching the stars go out as the hour of dawn approaches. listening to your soft, nearly inaudible breathing, like the silent whispers of the wind. the morning chill begins to wear off, more so by our close proximity. the sun finally begins to show itself, with individual shafts of sunlight breaking through the clouds. bathed in the rays of the rising sun, words just need not be spoken. slowly but surely, the sun begins its ascent of the morning sky, bringing with it the dawn of a new day. a sleepy bus ride, and a slow walk home, ending with a light kiss on the forehead, "good night, and good bye." what a day :)