fully alive

I tucked my thumb into the pocket between our hands
and you gave me a bit of a hard time, but gave my tiny fingers a reassuring squeeze anyway.
the sky was dark and the air was damp and the grass glimmered in the light from the lamp posts
and the only sound was the spitting of the sprinklers, our feet slopping in the wet grass and our laughter echoing off the empty buildings.
we were drenched to the bone.
we were alive.