Clocks and Courage

You said good morning, and there's nothing else that came to mind but mountains to hike under the canopies of trees, onto the peak where sea of clouds roll, hiding the ocean under the horizon. 

Then, I say, in jest, "Of course, why woudn't it be?" You chuckled, and said something I no longer heard, your words drowned by my beating heart.

***

It rained, I was about to open my small umbrella, and I heard you say from behind, I think I lost mine. We could share, I answered, but, it might not be enough for both of us. You asked if it would be ok, and I thought on that Christmas village, so cold. With a steaming cappuccino in my hands, I walk through the snow-covered streets of the village, and you next to me. 

I blinked, looked back at you, drizzle falling on your head. I said, of course, but you owe me lunch. You smiled.

***
You turned your head up from whatever you were writing and said, that shirt looks good on you, and I saw Rome and their oiled gladiators. 

I thought I was going to say something, but, just replied a "Pfft". I hesitated, but decided to be on about my day.

The clock ticks, and louder for those with tails between their legs.

At least, I am safe.