he paused, choosing his words carefully.
she stood just behind him, fighting the urge to lean forward expectantly on tiptoe.
his hands opened and closed absently at his sides.
they stood under an arch near a bench between two hedges parading as walls.
sun painted them in light and welcome shadow of trees and life and other things.
he paused within the pause, an almost impossible stillness before motion that only she could recognize as his. her heels did not touch the ground.
‘until every star, the ones we see and the ones too far, looses breath and passes slowly on into the dark.’
‘. . . that’s a very long time.’