Early the next morning, Ephraim and Bailey walked up the ladder, unencumbered by protective suits. They slowly walked, hand in hand, in the pre-dawn light to the far edge of the trees and settled in against the trunk of the largest tree at the edge of the stand of trees, facing the sunflower field. Very soon, on the horizon, over the wilted sunflowers, the sky began glowing in the palest of yellows. It then warmed with a rosy glow, and then shafts of light hit some drifting clouds, transforming them into fiery orange and purple opals. The sky beneath these clouds glowed in an even brighter orange, yellow, and red, until the burning orb slowly lifted its heavy weight and ascended over the wilted sunflowers. Fiery and huge, it commanded the sea and sand beneath it in its terrifying glory, turning both sand and sea scarlet red. The sun lumbered higher still, lifting itself, inexorably, into the sky above. And as it rose, the colors surrounding it faded in the bright wake of its commanding and fierce red fury, until no longer partially hidden by the sunflowers, it faded the colors around it to blue and white… until it, itself, faded to yellow.
“Isn’t it beautiful? Wasn’t that sunrise spectacular?” Bailey turned to Ephraim, leaned over and kissed him sweetly… kissed him warmly,,, then kissed him deeply. “I love you, Ef. It’s been grand with you, you know? Simply grand. I can’t imagine anyone better than you.”
“I love you too, Bales. To the moon and back.”
“To the moon and back.
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