preface

"if a june night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance." ~Bern Williams

if there was a record keeper for summer romances he would be smiling as he wrote last night down in the archives. after a night of casting furtive glances in each other's direction and secretive hand grasps or hand on lower back reassurances our two protagonists snuck away from their company at the bars and spent a good hour sitting on the front step of an apartment building enjoying the warm summer night. a few cold splashes of rain later and it was pouring. shoes kicked off in the grass. a cartwheel in the road, under a streetlamp turning the rain droplets into wet diamonds. the street shimmering and liquid. an embrace. swaying to indiscernible music. every straight out of a movie romantic moment compounded into a five minute dance. ending with a tackle in the wet grass, freshly mowed, sticking to limbs and clothes and wet, dripping hair. ending in a first kiss. or a second. but then a third and fourth. ending in a run back to the apartment, arm grab, one last kiss in the rain, retreat.

movie life at it's finest.