Some people can see in the dark. 

It's tomorrow Now

There's cold in the air now and dew gathering on the grass that tickles our feet as we walk back from the party. I dangle my sandals from one hand  as we leave the lights and the laughter behind.

Soon I can see nothing, but you can, that's your secret power you tell me. At first I don't believe you, but it becomes clear that, to you, this darkness is different than it is for me.

I can imagine your face as you ask what I can see. 'The edge of the path, can you see that''? "No, nothing, I can't see my hand, or you" I reply. You try again, "the stones there, you must see them, there's silver shining on them".  For me there is only soft darkness and the feelings of our fingers linking as we walk on.  I try closing my eyes, thinking I'd see better when I opened them, but the darkness is unrelenting.

There is no choice but to trust you, believe in what you say and be led along this track I know so well in daylight.  You tell me astigmatics like you can see in the dark, I ask if it's a religious thing and we laugh.  "We were the night walkers, the people who led raids under the cover of night, the ones who could hunt when others saw nothing" you tell me.  You also fill me in on how you weren't able to see well in the light till you went to school and someone worked it out.

Then you're no longer leading, I know you've stopped. I feel your breath and then we're kissing,  and I touch your face to make sure it's still you.

A sudden cough very close to us causes us to spring apart, and we both laugh.  "who's that"? I ask into the night, but there's no answer. A hollow chewing sound tells me we're next to the horses.

Our hands meet again as we set off again, you leading like before, me stumbling and sliding a little as you stride on. I look up and see the outline of the crown of a tree as the sky lets in a tiny touch of deep blue. "Yes, that's it" he says, " now can you see the gate and the crown of the track yet"?

But for me there is no track, nothing to see at ground level.

We walk on in silence till the first blackbird starts her liquid song and the dawn pinks the sky.