we fell asleep once, holding hands, and in the time that we slept almost all the world changed. waking, softly, there were footprints on the beach and we wondered whose they were, who had come here before us. a storm came in from the horizon. most of the time, we were up and dancing. most of the time in flight. most of the time we spent in silence, dwelling on the immediacy of limbs and their distance. most of the time, most of the time, we were just sitting, with a telescope, recording the craters on the moon.