Our walk up the hill had taken longer than expected. The snow was gone days ago and the ground mushy. There would be no sunrise for us that morning just a day brighter than the night. I felt moisture in my boot, capilary action drawing it down further toward my toes. This girl I'd just met hours before, took my cold hand and kissed it. We stared at a far away neon sign and decided it would be our sun.
"Happy Monday," I said.