We were together in the night. Yellow was our color. On the road we lay, counting the craters on the dark side of the moon. Vehicles rushed past us in the background. It was in the middle of the night. The culvert was dry, filled with dead leaves. He laughed at my silly jokes and naiveté. The brightest moon in a century shone in his eyes.

Towards dawn we walked to that corner. The trees shook as if with laughter. The ripples on the water talked in concentric circles. The peacocks were out in full force. The air was laced with the wet smell of rain. A sudden breeze sprang up and rushed through our hair. We stood on the bank. We were lost for words.

With you it was an easy process.I like being displaced. Seeing the intellectual permutations of your soul makes me happy. This is the kind of drowning i’ll welcome.