“You just have to part the curtains”, she says.

We are at a resort by the sea. Tall trees and dense vegetation keep us from seeing it but the sound of the waves reminds us if its presence.

The night went by in a quick ruffle. A bit of a bonfire taking with it some time and leaving us with a richness of time well spent.

And now it’s morning. Am still in bed but I can hear people speaking. She shouts for me. Excitedly. “ There’s a new bloom”, she says. In slumber laced baritone I ask, “where”. “ You just have to part the curtains ”, she says. I do as told and wonder which is more profound.

The fresh bloom against the morning dew or her invitation to ‘just part the curtains’