Strange Attractors

 
The sun paused to admire its scattered reflection like millions of brilliant diamonds on the bay. Time stretched its arms deep into the blue infinity. We planted the seeds of forever.
 
When the moon lounged on her back we clung to each other, lips to neck, your arms pulling me into orbit. Like the fog I poured myself over you. In the morning mist our seeds sprouted, clinging to the earth on the edge of the hill. Their blooms measured the days kissed by sun and fog and the whisper of butterfly wings.

Set into motion our fractal arcs danced.

 
This is a 100 word response to DIY Romance's February Invitation.  Click on the link and express your own voice!
 
http://diyromance.com/2012/02/08/a-february-invitation-part-ii/