"Best of Times", Remus/Sirius, G

[bluegeek]

A tiny half-drabble written from the April 4th prompt in wellymuck.

It is a good day
When one discovers
While lying on the new grass
Gazing at the bluest sky in memory
The languorous sun kissing winter-pale skin
With blossoms floating down like weightless rain
And your stomach a pillow for your friend-lover-conspirator

That these are the best of times