In the northern room.

There was little to do that day so we sat, quietly together, in the northern most room of the house.

Your feet curled up under your tan thighs on the old red couch.

I watched as the cranes flew in and landed in the shallows filled with tiny sparkling fish that would become their early supper.

At length I watched and then turning I saw your dark brown hair sway from before your eyes.

You saw me and we looked at one another and fell in love all over again.