The stars cast just enough light over the trees that it shone on my face. There was a cool stillness about the forest. I was swimming through the trees, as my heart beat faster. We came to a murky, glistening pond. The fall air was thick.
I ran my fingers over a flower. I couldn't tell what kind, for the darkness felt like hiding it. All of the bugs were sleeping, hiding, or dead by now, by this time of the year. All I could see was the glowing moon on the pond and one single firefly dancing with the field of weeds.
He was almost caught up to me, and he trampled over a pile of leaves, causing them to fly different directions. Like we would be soon.
Our feet took us where they wanted us to go. It was as if I were in a story I was telling myself, looking from another point of view. My eyes rested upon the scenery staring back at me. I can still see him just as clearly as I could that night.
The sunlight wasn't as fond of us as the moon was. Our laughter was meant for the moonlight. Our voices were meant for the night that was crawling over us.
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