it's evening. the sky takes tiny sips of the sun, swallowing her bit by bit, beam by beam, coaxing the northern hemisphere quietly into darkness, from pink and gold into violet and lavender and velvety blue.
the world is waking up where you are. your day begins as mine ends, your eyes opening as mine close. and this is how it's always been between us: you, waltzing along to the gentle rhythm of the centrifugal force that keeps us from floating out into the stratosphere while i stumble along next to you, trying to catch my breath.