DJ, the details were wonderful. Clark fed the fish, washed the dishes and wondered why Lois had pulled the measuring cup out of its hard-to-reach hiding place.
The park had been wonderful. They had walked, hand in hand, hardly speaking and yet saying volumes through their body language. He could still feel her thumb as it had lazily caressed the backside of his hand. He could feel the weight of her head as she laid it down against his shoulder while they walked.
He could still feel the mist from the fountain when they had stopped by the spot where Clark had first proposed to her.
Love the physical sensations as he remembers. There's such meloncholic beauty in your writing.
Lovely story.
BJ
