Legs tangled together, clammy skin on skin, and the sun rising behind pointed rooftops, painting the sky an aquarelle of budding peonies and candied orange peel. Bruised lips taste of chocolate and blueberries, and the white wine from last night. My arms feel heavy and my soul is featherlight, soaring into the sunshine. The morning air is crisp in a way that announces summer heat for the coming day, and a discarded blouse moves with the breeze. Life is eminent yet strangely far away from this corner of the earth that we have burrowed ourselves into, hidden from the universe. The city hums with life and wisdom and love, and we have watched it burst into song and whisper quietly but it has never seemed as beautiful as now. Fingers link together like souls have, and lips brush in a greeting, in recognition, and then smile.