Wayne and Grace stood in line together, waiting to order coffee. He watched as she closed her eyes and turned her face to the sun, enjoying their first clear weather in two weeks.
He remembered many times when her face wasn't nearly as relaxed, but instead tight with ecstasy as they moved together in love. Then he would return to concentrating on his own pleasure, trying to arrive at paradise when she did.
The queue moved forward, jarring him from his thoughts.
They say California has no seasons but whenever Wayne stood near Grace, it was the season of love.
