by Amy L. Hull
Cathy peered through the telescope lens at Hale-Bopp's tail plotting its trajectory through space.
Matt kissed her bare shoulder, one hand brushing skin at the small of her back. He matched her low hum, lips moving nearer her neck.
"What do you see when you look out there?" His voice vibrated against her ear.
She hummed with him, leaning her forehead against his.
"Loneliness. Order. Wherever we're from, the universe brought us here, just like this comet. Even though no one knew of us or it before, we're where we're supposed to be."
She cupped his neck and kissed him.