The Door into Possibility

Then, there we were with the morning pooling around us under the bluest skies we had ever seen. The day waited there, just beyond the doorway for us to dive into it and swim together across its hours to some deserted island it had made for us. A place where we would fall on the beach together and lie there side by side, watching the few lonely clouds cross that uneventful sky.

There would be time; there would be time for both of us to take the time to explore each other. There would be no hurried fumbling with impatient clothes in a room rented by the hour, then no hurried escape back to a life that neither of us knew how to escape.

There would be time, time to watch the waves of the hours wash up on our beach, time to watch the changing of the tides. There would be too, at the edge of the beach, a hut where we could watch the sun setting over that sea of hours, setting on the old lives we had swum away from forever.

There would be a long night of languid motion and knowledge that this was a new forever and those lives we had left behind far across the seas would never come to drag us back to those lives where we’d lived so long in chains, shackled to slow dragging minutes, empty hours and wasted days.