Her early morning beach walk cleared the lingering fog in her head. Remnants of heady passion from the night before were hard to shake off.
Surprised to see him when she had opened her eyes. Sunlight shining on his bronzed body. She’d half expected him to have left without a word. She panicked slightly, and pulled on her shirt slipping silently out the door.
She sat studying the clouds.
“There you are” she heard a voice say
She turned. He was walking along the damp sand towards her.
“Why did you leave?” he asked. His voice slightly accented.
“Just looking for familiar objects in these clouds.” she answered without thinking.
“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky”, he said.
“Clouds speak in the universal language”, her voice a little husky. “Don’t you know that?”
