Dream in the Grass

It is a quiet night. A young lad and a young lady are climbing a hill, hands intertwined. The lad brings a picnic basket while the girl brings a radio. Both bring their joy and positive expectations.

Upon reaching a certain spot, they decide to make the preparations. They carefully lay their objects in the grass, just before taking out a blanket from the basket and putting it down. They get comfortable, side by side. The lady looks at the lad. The lad looks at the lady. The moon is beautiful.

They both are happy to start their date. The lady puts her hands in the basket to take out a wheel of cheese, a bottle of wine and a pair of fine drinking glasses. The lad retrieves a swiss army knife from his pocket. With care, he cuts a small slice of the parmesan and picks it up, offering it next. It is then gracefully accepted in his companion’s mouth. She can’t help but smile and briefly glance at him with the gesture. The lad returns that, although his glance and smile are slightly so different, a subtlety that is not so obviously distinguished. But it is there.

He also cuts a slice for himself. Meanwhile, wine is poured in the glasses by the lady’s hand. A pass of the glass; and a toast for the enjoyable moment. Their appetite is sated gradually as much as they gradually exchange more and more glances. The lady’s hand rests on top of the lad’s. They make pleasant conversation. Their hearts beat warmer in the cold of this intimate night.

After a couple of laughs from a silly anecdote told, the coy lady unsuspectingly turns on the radio. She gets up and invites her partner to dance. He follows and both get in the moment. The music is just in the right rhythm, slow, yet fluid. They move themselves in close proximity to each other, reciprocating energy and emotions. It is magic.

At one point, the lady slips by accident in the middle of an expressive movement. In her motion, she falls on the lad, bringing the pair down on the blanket in an instant. They stare at each other briefly, then they laugh. She allows herself to rest on top of her loving victim. He doesn’t mind her at all and lightly embraces her.

They stay in this romantic stillness for a couple of minutes. Until the lady reaches for the radio, without opening her eyes, turning the music off. The lad looks at her in this moment, and she opens her eyes to look back. In that connection, when two souls meet, she whispers the words:

“I don’t ever want this to end”

The lad, wearing his gentle smile, replies:

“It will never”

And like so, effortlessly, in the night, amidst the stars and the grass, the trees and the wind…

They kiss.