"Was it the light or the tree canopy that fractured it that you most enjoyed?"
"Both - though likely the disassembly of the light more-so."
"Would you go back again, to the same clearing or would you gamble for another of
equal intensity?"
"Oh, I'd try for another I suppose."
"...Risking forgetting the directions of the spot?"
"Yes."
"What is the music you have playing?"
"Beethoven, 'Emperor' Concerto Number five --- in E flat Major."
She dwelled on 'five' for a moment conjuring the key. He admired her and developed a fascination with the feathery hint of vanilla always in her midst. A phantom surrealism. The electricity in her skin pelted his own causing the muscles at the base of each hair on his arms and neck to contract and chill.
"I like this tune. It always makes stop for a moment and sorta retrace a few things."
"Such as?"
"It's hard to explain - A potter in a shed, a woodsman in the forest, a student in a library after dark, an elderly couple resting on a hill allowing silence to communicate the mistakes of years past."
They pause and glow in shared thoughts.
"The tall cedar?"
"Often, yes."
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