With friends on top of the boat house, we watch and talk and fish, all as the sun starts to fall. The day is coming to and end, and each of us know what a great days it's been.
I wonder if Audrey has noticed how much contact we've made. I keep bumping her. I can't help it.
My shoulder touching hers. Our feet tapping mid-air. I'm totally entranced, fixated on her closeness and the time we are getting to spend together.
Fiery reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows light up the sky, painting the white clouds in a way that no picture can do justice.
Not a thing has even touched the fishing line, not that I mind. Honestly the less distractions the better, although it would be cool to celebrate catching something with Audrey.
I wrap my arms around her stomach, gently pulling her backwards towards me. The light is fading now, but I can imagine every inch of her back in contact with my chest.
There is very little difference between my eyes closed and my eyes opened. I don't even know when the last time was that I participated in the conversation. I would be blissful in silence, but I also love to hear the song of her voice.
I pull Audrey close, I don't ever want to let go.
