XIX | THE SUN
We trudged up the hill, breathing heavy in that way that didn’t let on how out of shape we felt, though we’d already admitted to not working out enough. The scent of grass grown too long pierced my lungs and I smiled but I couldn’t say why...
TEN OF SWORDS
We sat close, sinking into your mattress, pouring over the spread. Plants and frames adorned your wall around a large circular mirror. If I glanced up I could see see us in the dimming light of a summer sunset soaring through your window. It was the first reading you ever gave me...
