An Underground River

Remember? Remember how it all seemed like a dream? Like all the dreams you’ve ever had. The way she looked at you, her growing smile. You never had a chance and you know it. There was a breeze, soft and salty, up from the moon-lit shore. The coast glistened like a beach of diamond crystals. But you hardly noticed it. Your mind was on other things. When you were young, there’d been moments like this. Brief instants when you didn’t think or care about the minor imperfections that your mask hid. You laughed when she laughed, and ran behind her, feeling the sand slide and crunch beneath your feet, a cool wind brushing the hair from your brow. You felt the night, as you’d never felt an evening before. It’s like discovering an underground river. You don’t know how you found your way and you don’t know where the light is coming from. Don’t waste time trying to figure out where the river flows. You may never see it again. Make it count.