'Everything, Eventually..'

Somewhere, somewhen..

He stared at the sky, noticing that it was mid-way to being sunny and drizzling (the previous day had similiar weather; when they met - he wondered why it never rained, as she was particulary fond of rainy days). It was early evening where they were. The bustle of various scattered individuals, couples, friends, groups et al were distant (but constant) - it was a park in the middle of everything, after all.

After a while, he was just staring.

What are you thinking about?

A void (but a soft and gentle one) slowly left his mind - the space was gradually being replaced with what he saw and felt: the sky, the garden, the closeness of her being, the slight toss of the wind, their hands...

Nothing. I'm content.

He went on to explain to her that it had been weeks; months even, since the last time he had felt something as vaguely close to this: the feeling that everything was in its place - which was what it was, then. He could have died in the moment, if presented to him as a choice to an end (but he secretly wanted to live forever, for moments which would be like this one).

Then he smiled, still with his head tilted to the sky.

He did not want to go anywhere else (this was her place, after all; and he was just a visitor). At the same time: he wanted to go everywhere and anywhere (but only with her). He held her hands even tighter.

Everything's in its place, dear. And everything happens for a reason.

Good or bad?

Good. All good.

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