Running, running fast, staring at the moon through the dark and mysterious clouds. She turns back and smiles at him. Wondering for a moment why is he running ? The wet grass shooting pellets of water at her arms, bending her back forward like at an end of a close race.
She stands at the edge to a view of what can only be thought of the rest of the world. Silence. Then sounds of a light gasp and those shooting water pellets slowly gets louder and then stops. For once he felt small enough and happy about it.
'Are they looking back at us ?'
'I don't know, but I do know they want us to look'
'Can they at least see my smile ?'
