The trees deepened in their green. The sun grew more gold. The raspings of the seabirds swelled, then faded, as they left us for the night. They left us to the high hawks who pierced the sky once in their silent flight. And there was silence until the doves moved to their trees. Then it was still except for the air which came round us caressing.
We stood, and slowly turned, until our backs were toward the sea-sky, then turned more, slowly, taking in all about us and below us. The sun fell further and touched her white shirt and made it orange in bars across her shoulders and gave a lavender fold along her spine. Sun sparked auburn flashing in the coils of her dark hair for she had caught it back in the careless way she had. Thick, lustrous, dark, it held the stunning vitalness of her nature, like that light which dwelled within her eyes.
They were for me, her eyes, the light in them, when she turned to me and gazed into mine, the key, and I held them in as direct a look for in their depths I found what I valued more than all else, I found such illumination, such vast realms, such secrets and tendernesses, such thoughts and words, textures and rills, as I had thought not possible outside the longings of my dreams.