It passes, and then it’s gone. A bank of green and a timed strip of darkness replace it. It; well it had been stretched out and held in place; slightly longer than the stuff just in front of the horizontal sheet of glass.

Beyond chatter and flickering reflections nothing stopped me from diving in.

I am blinded by the glare. I think she is too.

Broken white splotches across the green expanse. The later is winning over due to the vast blue above.

No more falling now.

Three sheep, or maybe more, remind us that its actually spring. The trees are like melodies decorating this continuous vibrating rhythm. Its like an orchestral frieze. Fleeting, and urnless.

We will never meet again.

Now we are slowing. Then we are stopping. The cars await those who leave.