It’s the time of the day that she loves the most. It’s twilight and the sun has gone but the day is still bathed in shadowless light.
The scent of the eucalypts is intoxicating and wattle is splashed everywhere like some ethereal creature has finger-painted the bush. She’s thinking again of the one she loves and how to her, he is simply the perfect arrangement of atoms.
The generous specks of colour in his eyes, the peppering of freckles across his nose and the mouth that whispers her name and kisses her neck. It’s incredible how one person in the eyes of another is perfect in every way.
To be continued…