She trusted so deeply in life's spontaneity that she learned to swim in the dark, backstroke. Her spirit grew brighter. You could almost see it, ringing out, beneath her pale skin.

Her eyes, with their cobwebbed lashes, penetrated him.

So thoroughly, it was though she had thrust a hand into his chest and began feeling his ribs one by one. It was half a minute before his mouth cracked into a bemused grin, which made her eyes twinkle and smile in return. It was as though, in a fractal of a second, all was forgotten and forgiven. They sat immortalized by time, next to a bottle of champagne, their bodies inching closer and closer. Everyone else seemed to disappear and the duration that they sat their was untarnished by the past, present or future. They were almost children again, all forgiving, innocent, hopeful- with a psychic kinship no one else would ever understand.