Serendipity - the faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
“Think of a place I would go, I’m daydreaming. To where the sycamore grows, I’m daydreaming.”
Was he dreaming?
“And oh if you knew what it meant to me, where the air was so clear.”
He opened his eyes, catching his bearings; she was no longer in his bed. He reached across and clenched the covers where her body had once been, wishing she’d stayed, wondering why she didn’t.
“Oh if you knew what it meant to me,
Anywhere but here.”
Was someone singing? He became suddenly aware to the sound of running water.
“Oh now look to the east, great mountains remember me. Oh I wound around you for miles, I sat down right there and I stretched my bones.”
He got out of his bed and inched slowly towards the sound, making sure his steps were silent.
“And oh if you knew what it meant to me, oh if you knew what it meant to me, oh if you knew what it meant to me, you’d see, too.”
She didn’t leave.
“Oh the unspeakable things.”
“It’s land I can see for miles, with only the wind whispering,” he sang softly when she stopped; she didn’t flinch when she heard his voice.
“Land I can see for miles, with only the wind whispering,” she continued as if his presence was always there. Although the translucent glass of the shower held them apart, they’d somehow felt like it wasn’t there; they felt like they were connected despite it. “Oh land I can see for miles, with only the wind whispering,” he added, standing outside. For some reason, he didn’t want to invade her space, instead pressing his hand against the glass separating them.
“Oh I’d run as fast as I can. Land I can see for miles; oh I’m searching, with only the wind whispering.” The outline of her hand became visible as it pressed against the other side of the glass, right where his was. It was only for a moment, disappearing soon after. It was an invite.
He opened the shower and entered, wrapping his arms around her torso from the back as he whispered, “Oh if you knew what it meant to me, oh if you knew what it meant to me, oh if you knew what it meant to me, you’d see, too.” She closed her eyes and leaned into his soft touch, resting her head in the nape of his neck, her hands on his as they both continued the song she’d begun.
“Oh the unspeakable things.”
The warm water didn’t seem as warm anymore with Owen holding onto her. She turned around and caressed his face with her thumb, wiping away the trickling water from it as he drew small circles on her lower back.
“Oh the unspeakable things. Oh the unspeakable things. Oh the unspeakable things.”
She tiptoed, lightly pressing her lips against his while the shower head continued to soak the two, the water becoming a part of the kiss.
The moment was unique, the song giving the same meaning for each person. They rocked slowly as Amelia hummed the song, Owen resting his chin on her head, feeling the small vibrations of her humming under him.
It was serendipitous.