The Moment.

"This is one of my favorite moments," she said with the right side of her cheek pressed against the couch. "What do you mean," he asked.

"The moment right before it happened."

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They sparkled underneath the tiny lanterns that hung in the palm trees. After having a few drinks, hearing a bad joke, and singing, they got up to leave.

"It was this moment," she thought to herself, visiting the memory contained in her own mind, forgetting for a moment he didn't read minds that well, although it was fun to pretend now and then.

She saw them crossing the street and the nearly all black outfit she had on. The shirt with the little bow around the neck, and the cowboy boots that accompanied her shadow.

"This is where it happens" she said so excited that her face was consumed with her smile.

Crossing over the railroad tracks that ran adjacent to what would become their favorite Friday night spot, her little heels click clacked.

She reached over for his arm, which seemed to appear almost effortlessly to guide her steps forward.

"That was it. Just like that" She thought aloud.

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"You know on the railroad tracks."

"Okay."

"That's when I knew I'd have to make room for you in my life because you were going to stay for a very long time."

And even though he wasn't quite sure what she was referring to at that very moment, his heart leaped across the gap anyway without a moment's hesitation.

They went on like that till the morning light, all the time in the world could not pry them apart.