The sky’s a tad bit blue. You can smell the sea from this far away. Distance never stands in the way of what we can feel.

“Do you think the sun’s setting or rising?” you ask breaking the silence between us. We’ve both lost track of time. “I don’t know” I answer honestly. “Depends on which way we’re facing.”

“No” you say. A gentle breeze flows through as your hair dances to its rhythm. “It depends on what we’re looking for” you answer.

I look at you and set my eyes towards the horizon again. “It’s always about what we wanna find” I agree with you. “We think we fall in love but we don’t. We choose to. So it’s never about finding love. It’s about finding one that stays.”

“Completely irrelevant” you burst out in laughter. But I notice your cheeks turn red. I wonder if it’s because of the sunlight.

“East if Dawn, Dusk if West. Dawn to dusk but please just stay” you mumble.

Your voice sounds a bit different from before. I notice the slight changes in your expression. Your eyes look dreamy now.

“In both ways, the sky will turn blue” I say. “Maybe it’ll rain today” I add. You close your eyes. “I can smell it” you say.

I take a deep breath. I can smell the petrichor from far away. I look at your eyes again.
I close mine shortly after.

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Till the sky seems goldish blue | April 12