In vast waves of shaking greens

We descended from the mountain tops into the gritty preview to water

His arm lined my shoulders and neck, like a scarf

We sailed the in-betweens of the humming air until he said;

“This moment right here is what I like to call an Infinity. And I’m glad mine’s with you.”

The tape recorder of my brain clicked and replayed

A pang of longing cut through the silence and I shivered in the navy winds

My senses flooded with the crickets, the waves, and the tingling of the air

My heart soared and I watched it burn orange as it crossed the sky

on this late August night.