Conversation

"I know you care." I smiled and brushed the blanket off my shoulder. The cool spring melted into a hot summer and the evenings no longer required a blanket, but I still liked having it for comfort. "But, those are just words." Shrugging, I turned and stared out the window. The 10 o'clock full moon shone brightly across the hay field. Freshly cut, it smelled of sweet labor and musty earth. The complete opposite of the watermelon smell of just cut grass. A light breeze trickled through the screen and I closed my eyes. It was cool. It was needed. "It's always words with you." I turned and faced my reflection. The mirror was silver in the moonlight. My reflection smiled back, silently miming every word.