Dawn walkFebruary 4, 2016
At dawn, they wandered back home through the mist-loved woods and along a rutted path. They had past the point of asking questions, were already entwining their silences. He thought about holding her hand, but decided it wasn’t necessary, yet. She already knew he wanted to touch her.
It seems odd to be ending things as everyone else is just getting started with their day, she said.
I think you have it backward, he said. This, here, is just the beginning.