Time is a funny little thing. Sometimes it will take you on a ride, and you've got to look out the window for a while.
She was afraid the house would collapse from careless planning and old age. It would be big news if the cracks in the foundation turned to fault lines that summer. We pushed the thought from our minds and ran to the city.
I had a keen feeling that I had been there with her before. It was a good place to be. She shared her philosophy on deja vu and I adopted it as we overlooked the campus.
It was a beautiful day. We talked about our dreams, and gravitated towards them like waves pull water.
The sun turned the sky orange and I saw myself in the view. We held hands, knowing every day may not be so magical.