only after dark

They talked about the family, him and her. For a long time. They talked of where they came from. Deep into the night and twinkling stars of the summer skies.

They talked. And the dawn approached.

And she said:

"I'm not...quite sure I understand. Or that I can offer an opinion which counts.
For I came from a wee place. And went where not many go."

And he said:

"That's ok. Sometimes we get seduced by what we supposed to think
as opposed to what we feel.

That's ok."

And where he sat, the light came first. The Sun smiled on him like a mother smiles when she sees her child. He sat there, on a nameless beach of a nameless world and said nameless word to make her feel better.

So she said:

"Thank you, Sad Joe."

And later, in the dark and in the cold, when she talked to the void of him in the world, she said again:

"Thank you."

For she missed him. And she thought of him often. How Sun kissed him. How she kissed him and how he kissed her, once upon a long lost time, where summer was neverending and the stars twinkled like the Christmas lights.

And that's how she traveled.

And that's how she travels still.