My fingernails dig into the slack bark of the substantial sized log beneath us, plucking off the pieces of wood that were pliant enough to tumble off. I can vividly hear the mellifluous hum his throat is creating, along with the inhale and exhale of breath he takes next to me, the two sound mixing with the babbling rivulet not too far in front of us. An overwhelming sensation of a sort of serenity washes over me, like his breathing and the rushing water in front of us were entering me into an out of body trance. The tranquility of this entire setting was something I haven’t felt in quite some time, and I was grateful he thought to take me out here. A small smile appears on my face, and I look over to see his face craned in the air and his
