Wheeling Gull Isle stomklad

he could have wept.

he could have thrown himself to the wet earth in the dark and let God rock him to sleep.

for there were no such words sweeter than those that she spoke. and they stared at one another with their trembling chins.

neither one would cry, but he felt that they both might. later. he could not say with certainty. but he moved closer for a moment, offering a shoulder. a narrow face.

he did not force the physical contact upon her, but he found words were not enough in that moment.

God had blessed her.