“Listen to me. You’ve got plenty of time. Love and romance are akin to gegenschein on the distant horizon.” I stopped while Amber took out her little notebook and carefully wrote gegenschein in her book, tallying up a point for me. “It’s faint light. You can’t touch it. It’s love undefined. Diffuse light in the evening sky that’s there one minute and vanishes with the stars. It’s dust particles shimmering out like fireworks on the fourth.” I left her with that and went back out to the counter.
. . .from the forthcoming novel. . .Dreamers on the Rise. ..