By Caroline Yelverton, TIWP Student

The moon casts its gentle glow over the serene landscape, 

A light wind rustling the branches of the trees nestled between the rolling hills. 

Leg crossed over the other, she looks up to the starry sky and Orion’s belt stretched across it.

As she slides the screen door shut a fleeting sensation lingers, the feeling that she could have sworn she spotted his face.

He lies in his warm bed, freshly awoken by the sound of a passing siren.

Through a haze of exhaustion, he lazily pears through the window to see the full moon glistening over the ocean and catching on the glimmering sand on the shore. 

His mind wanders against his will, wondering if she ever thinks of him too.