IN WHICH I ENCOUNTER NEW BALANCE, NO SNEAKERS INVOLVED.
Neither of us spoke. The boat underneath us rocked gently to and fro, and the only sound was the water lapping at the sides. It had gotten darker now that the candles had almost burned down, but Nikos and I could still see into each other’s eyes. As the candles extinguished one by one, we maintained our position, wrapped in each other’s arms. Though it was now pitch black, I knew he was still looking at me, or into me, rather, as I was looking into him. Who fell asleep first, I wouldn’t know. But we woke the next morning, incredibly, in virtually the same position.