Up the hill. Clouds lowered, dark sky bruises. The green lane to the high hill top was a tunnel of flowers and trees.
And at the top the clouds came down from the sky to walk with us.
She thought that we should go back so we turned to walk through the fields and long grass and I did balancing on water dripping gates that sang rain songs.
The grass was long and the green made out ginger fur shine like the sun and the water pulled our coats to dark points. Clover flowers waited for sunshine and bees.