A Tuscan Sky

Olive trees all around us the warming sun illuminates a mysterious walk two strolling strangers. One brief introduction yet no words follow as your warm smooth hand grazes over mine. Chills become clenched teeth your head turns suddenly I freeze like a deer in headlights a small grin widens on your face. The sun finally goes behind the hills a radiance in purples, pinks, and reds; framing your face in a soft chiffon light rise into the lovely twilight. Shadows move through the old lane scurrying all about the buildings A bottle of wine and glasses wait Time for a toast to the Tuscan Sky.