Blogging the Bookshelf

When he sat close to her, as he did now in the water, he felt driven and nervous. Ishmael’s heart began the fretful pounding he’d experienced of late in her presence. There wer no words for what he had to say and his tongue felt paralyzed. He couldn’t stand another moment without explaining his heart to her. A knot of pressure was building inside him to declare the love he felt. It was not only that her beauty moved him but that they already had a history together that included this beach, these waters, the very stones, and the forest at their backs, too.