19. The Grace of Summer
It was the Grace of Summer - the most tremendous joy it allowed - by which they could sit side by side on the porch swing, that swung slowly, rocking back and forth as gentle as a baby's cradle, creaking quietly in time with the wind rustling through the bushes; and let their legs dangle and their toes skim the soft green grasses underfoot; and let the sunshine smile upon their faces as they smiled upon each other.
All the world fell away in those moments, when they spoke of all the things that they knew, and wanted to know, and didn't know, and never wished to know - in short, of all things under the sun and under the moon and under the same stars that would appear, glimmering one by one, as night fell and the air grew colder and colder, coaxing them back into the separate warmths of their own homes.
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Grey Light
Short StoryA collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
