There is a little alcove built into the hillside, just enough to make a quiet place. Merry and Scupp are there, talking and kissing as loves do. The night sky is a dusky blue, like a well-worn pair of jeans. It surrounds them and warms them, holds them gently in an embrace.
The tinkle of glasses and laugther is heard, murmers and silence, splashng as they walk in the water. A night meant for love, for trying out new smiles, old ideas, and soft words for the other.
His hand is in hers, her heart is in his his. Two faiths in one..