sunburn, moonbeam

everything was vivid to us then, especially each other

My friend wears a garland of flowers around her neck and she is dancing, joyfully. Behind her, through the smoke-machine haze, the rays of the low sun setting behind the orchard spread out in a starburst. I am dancing too, twirling in my festival dress, but the light is so unutterably perfect that I pause and rummage for my phone to take a snap, before …