He stood inside the circle of light, hat in hand, a glorious fedora.
She stumbled in the dark, caught her heel on a paving stone, stifled a giggle.
Crickets and frogs and hoot owls witnessed their coming together.
He dropped his hat, she kicked off her shoes, their lips met unerringly.
“This feels like a movie,” she whispered.
“You feel like a tree,” he sighed.
“CUT!” Called the director. “For the hundredth time, its dream. ‘You feel like a dream!’ Sheesh, it’s gonna be a long night.”