"Sometimes," the young girl started. "I like to think of the sun and moon as lovers." She rolled over onto her side and looked over at him, awaiting his reaction. The boy pondered for a moment before answering. "But how could they be lovers," he asked her. "They meet a few times a year." "That's the beauty of it," she mused, her blue eyes lit up in awe and wonder. "They chase and always miss one another but when they do catch each other, oh they kiss and it is beautiful. It is so beautiful that you cannot help but to stop and stare in awe."
