Sideways rain and the hum of an electric station diverts his path towards the door. The doorbell can't be heard but a light goes on and a shadow moves across the heavy stone floor. The box covered with butterfly wrapping paper protected and disguised under his jacket, the black felt collar sodden and wilting. A shaft of light and cracks, a nose then an eye. A warm glow of recognition and the smell of apples. Embraced, tears flood their eyes as two parched lips meet again, again and again. The silk scarf is not for a day like today, but under these same stars, another day it would have been perfect. Re-acquaintance, handshakes, then making excuses. Leaving through the same door, across the crunchy leaf strewn path, they slip into the still warm car. The roads are empty as families sleep on their sofas, richer for the day together. Nothing is said. All of the talking has been done. No more questions. All of the answers have been revealed. All that's left now is to be.