They stared at each other, digging for answers in gazes, like flipping through the pages of a history book. 
They stared, searching for clues, patterns, signs unheeded that might have led them to this moment. 
They stared at each other for what could have been eternity, a moment existing outside of time, cold blue crashing into bark -their eyes, drops of water, like a full moon melting into the reflection of a river. 
And having found nothing, no recipe or guarantee, no particular design, they understood love, like one knows not to question the vitality of nature. 
And not knowing what to do next, they simply kept loving.

-LBCH