They walk by the water holding hands. Everything being perfect. They have the sun, they have a little rain, just the way they like it.
Dragging their feet through the damp grass, talking soft and laughing aloud. Every passing moment lifts them of their feet and glides them to a place, where they see nothing but the grass, the sun and the little rain.
She says to him "we are pretty lucky, aren't we?". He knows he is.
Wait for the night. From the pockets he removes roasted coffee beans and a tea bag. They walk a little more looking for some rocks to strike a fire. Get a little water boiling. Divides it into the two cups. Their skin touching the damp grass and each others. They have a mid-night coffee.
A common thought resonates among them. Wondering if the next day would bring the same and day after that. Neither knowing how to ask that, as they have already looked into the tale and the truth.
As she finishes her coffee and he sips his tea, he thinks to himself "for how long is this?" and finally says out loud "Maybe if we don't count the seconds, it already is forever".
