HEAT LIGHTNING I find her on the beach. In the distance, heat lightning dances between clouds, giving form to the night’s horizon. She will not apologize, I know, but neither will I. This seems to be our method instead. Always find each other afterwards. No words necessary, just finding. Thankfully, finding her is easy. She tends to hide where it’s beautiful. I dig my feet into the wet sand and she leans her head onto my shoulder. Ahead, in silent flashes, the storm steadily approaches. It will arrive with greater noise within the hour. By then we’ll be safely inside again, once more well forgiven.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 10:40:00 +0000
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