light up the night

“Harvest sunshine?”

“Of course, you’ve never done it before?”

I shake my head as she smiles and takes my hand, pulling me through the tall grass of the fields glowing in the warm afternoon sun. We trip and stumble, laughing as we fall onto our backs, reaching our hands out to the sky, admiring our fingers.

“You should try it sometime; it’s like catching falling stars and saving them for rainy days, only much more practical.”

She says this in a matter of face tone, as if the absurd was completely normal and as always, I play along.

“Allright, the next time I go star fishing, I’ll wait until the next morning and harvest sunshine instead. I’ll be economical for once.”

She smiles again at this, before closing her eyes against the brilliance of light.

The wind rustles through, carrying off our thoughts and dreams to places high and unattainable.

Clouds drift across our eyes.