sundress and overalls

    Sundress and Overalls make their way down the dusty dirt trail, arm in arm. The lush green trees surround them and the light peeks and glistens through their leaves, whisper- ing hello to the youthful women. Sundress carries a bottle of white wine and Overalls holds tight to a blanket.

The two emerge into an open field. The sun beats down
hot on their bare backs. In the middle of the field is a flow- ing stream, cool to the touch as it swirls around rocks and pebbles and small fishes. Sundress and Overalls peel off their shoes and socks and lay down their blanket, settling at the water’s edge. Sundress opens the sweet wine and takes a swig from it, kicking her toes in the icy water. Overalls reaches down to cuff the bottom of her jeans and slips her feet in too.

They take turns drinking from the bottle until the heavenly nectar is gone. Around them, purples and blues and yellows and whites become hazy, fuzzy. Their cheeks turn pink, from the sun or the wine, or both, we will never know. Sundress and Overalls curl together on the blanket to spend the after- noon giggling away.

As the two bask in the warmth of the sun, they talk about the earth and the stars and the moon and the sea. They trace each other’s faces with petals from the marvels around them, smiling into each other’s wine tasting lips. The sticky honey glory remains even as the wine drunk fades.

As the sun begins to cool, Overalls plucks orange flowers from the field around them and tucks it behind Sundress’s ear. The bright color contrasts her dark hair. Overalls plucks some pink flowers into her Tweety-bird pocket and slips a blue wildflower behind her own ear- a gleam in her bright blue eyes.

Hand in hand, lips to lips, they are happy.