Reflections

It was night. The grass, warmed by day, was just beginning to cool into a mellow feel as the two of them lay down to watch the sky. they leaned against the trunk of a large birch. the only one for miles around. T
here was something magical about the place to them, how the grass was always smooth and the tree always seemed to be there, its branches sheltering them by day and yet allowing them to see the stars through its leaves by night. Her head was resting just under his. She was leaning into him. He was keeping her warm.

Their heartbeats were synchronised.

Then they saw, off in the distant heavens. One, then two, then they all cascaded across the darkness. Wave after wave of light shone through the black. She saw the comets first hand.

He chose to look at them through her eyes.