Anna wore cloud-tinted hat again, burgundy dress that stirred in wind and set his heart to tremulous waver before steady and strengthen into race with pang and ache that raised of a longing—when he took her strong over bed of brome under open summer sky.
Dress wore different on her body then, but he felt it all the same: flutter and dizzy, weaken in see before steady and grounding of want and ache; her smile beneath cloud-cover-brim, gleam in eyes of gold and green; burn-tinge of skin from high country sun, different than field of years before; his notice and see and recognize in aura and her way—she desired and wanted same, even in the change.