We sat there until the stars came out. First there were only a few. But then the entire sky was blinking and glittering and the moon lit up the world – or at least our tiny part of the world.
I was smelling of suncream and lime icetea and you were tasting like suncream and lime icetea.
Birch leaves came falling down on us, swiftly and softly, like snowflakes in june.
Wind was blowing and I was looking for my jacket, not finding it, but never admitting that I was cold.
Then: my skin lit up as your fingers touched my arm, swiftly and softly, like snowflakes in june.