They were standing on the dock looking at the fading evening in the west, and you could taste the evening and the wind like a color with sugar on it. She had heard the laughter coming from behind her, where the others were drinking and waiting...the food already cleaned up and the noise of somebody stacking the dishes after rinsing them.
She remembered when he used to talk about the nights in Arizona...doing field exercises as a young Army officer and staying out way past the lights of the small city...sometimes when it was cloudless and perfectly still you could see the satellites...tiny unblinking white specks streaming across the sky like a falling star that never quits.
She had used the word adore earlier in the day...had allowed it to emit like a secret. It was partly due to a song, partly due to a moment...but it was out there now...it had been given and proffered.
And he had blinked at little...not that she could see him...just that he was happily surprised.
Sure, there had been words before...but in this new space, like the bright clean air above her, there were delicacies...carefulness. But also openness...and unlike the stars above that might have a chance to fail and fall, they stayed constant...like a streaking satellite sailing high above Lake Anna.
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