They sat. Close, but not touching. Not speaking; not in words. They could each feel the other’s warmth, smell the scent of the other’s skin, and that was enough, for now. They breathed in time: one in, one out; one out, one in.

The din of the world was muted; its pace was slowed. It faded away at the edges, indistinct. Their touch felt more from the air in the small space between them than from the grass beneath them. Nothing outside their little sphere was as important as anything inside it.

For now, this was the one thing that couldn’t wait.