Almost touching Painting

Do you remember last summer, those long dreamy evenings when we laid together in the quiet stubble field, so close we were almost touching. Those first 6 days you described to me what a sunset looked like, you went on for hours telling stories of a golden light……a light that would compliment all she touched and set every shadow free. A heart felt touch that could reach out to the furthest moon yet somehow whisper to the ocean. I will never forget that seventh day, laying quietly, you rolled just a little closer, close enough so we were touching. Watching my first sunset….. like a magic ball of larva or the perfect bedtime story gently laying the landscape to a peaceful rest. From this day forward every time I see a sunset I will smile as I think of us…….touching.