Thoughts flickered like fading fireflies, encased in twilight's embrace. Across the room, unabashed laughter erupted, an orchestra rehearsing echoing chords. He turned to his companion, "Ever wonder if shadows remember the sun?"

"Perhaps they do." Her voice was as soft as the silk of twilight hanging heavy in forgotten doorways. "Or they teach the light to never linger too long, lest we forget the contrast of their love affair."

Another day, in another place, a different conversation unfolded like a map of new worlds. The sands of time seemed to slip through their grasp as if drawing lines they couldn't ever hope to tame.

Words turned to melodies, entwined in the web of old scores. "Do you think the sea ever dreams of the clouds?"

Her eyes reflected the sky, a pale blue sincerity. "Maybe it's where rain begins, a reunion in the cycles of hello and goodbye."