I turn and in the last of the evening light I see her.
Even far away, I know it’s her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She’s more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
Two little dark figures, looking up.
Are they looking at me?
Is it him?
This far away, there’s only one way to know.
I point to the sky.
For a moment, nothing happens. The figure stands still and I stand cold and alive and -
He stars to run.
"You’re here," he says, breathing hard and hungry. Sweat and dirt cover his face, and he looks at me as though I’m the only thing he ever needed to see.
I open my mouth to say yes. But I only have time to breathe in before he closes the last of the distance. All I know is the kiss.