... and the world rushed in

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The river was running it's course, and the sun beat down upon us with a quiet intensity. The moment was serene and I was content, to sit upon the rocks in the midst of the river and contemplate the pattern that the fishes made, just below the surface of the flowing water.
The frolicking of the Gerridae brought such a smile to your face. I can still recall, as if it had happened yesterday, your laughter at their their gamboling.
I remember the warmth of the rock as it seeped through my hand. The sun was at it's apex, but we had an umbrella and that seemed to stymie his efforts to drive us from that place.
It was a wonderful moment, wasn't it?
A moment, suspended by the sounds of the river and the warmth of the sun.
We did not grow thirsty, or hungry. Indeed, I think we had found a spot of immortality, where we could be happy and young forever. A spot untouched by the world outside, a bubble within this world, that was invisible to everyone else, but you and me.
it seemed like we had talked for hours, sitting on those sun bleached rocks. And we had indeed talked for hours, as we found out later. We talked of quiet beauty, of cosmic magnificence, of relativity, of perception and of personality.
We swapped stories about old friends and new colleagues, of bad bosses and loving parents. We talked so much, that my throat grew hoarse and yet I could not stop myself.
I told you about my hurt and you talked about your scars. And in that moment, it seemed as if I was slowly healing again, from all the cuts and bruises. As if some of the cracks were filling up. A little of the fatigue, that seemed to always weigh me down, sighed and slipped out of my breath. And I could feel a bit of life creep back into me.
And then the bubble burst and the rest of the world came roaring in, drowning out whatever was said. And the moment ceased to be, the river continued to flow and the wind continued to whistle it's merry tune.
And no one else, but you and I, heard that sound. And no one rise will ever know that it existed.

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