Laid in hay surrounded by bright aspen trunks

     Laid in hay surrounded by bright aspen trunks glowing from the sideways late afternoon-into-evening sun of May time. Some clouds, too, but none obstructing the sun.
    Bright aspen trunks and black bare branches silhouetting against the blue and cloud. Golden hay coming up all blurry in the foreground of my vision (my head is on the ground).
    My head is on the ground looking at Mia’s hand coming up with the rest of the grass and the same golden colour. Disappearing into the straw except for her silver rings. And that it was moving and stroking some straw, the way one would when they are absorbed in their own thoughts and not thinking about me: the silence bringing us into intimacy finally.