THE SKY WAS BIG and blue and the swallows were violet-green. We were smoking on a boulder on top of the world, or so it seemed, getting too much sun, and the swallows were feeding in the skyspace around us, swerving and circling acrobatically.I said, “Is it really 2:50?”
You said, “No, that watch isn’t working.”
“Oh, I didn’t think it was that late.”
You said, “It’s actually only 2:40.”
A violet-green swallow zoomed behind your head. You didn’t see it, but you heard it pierce the air.
“So it is that late.” I said. “I have no sense of time right now.”
You said, “I know. It’s like we’re in a dream.”