They played together as kids behind their homes: spacemen and aliens, heroes and villains, cops and robbers hiding under bramble trees.
They studied together as students: serious tomes devoured while clouds cast shadows of the future on the plain.
They planned together but grew apart till broken-hearted Jen stood in the hollow where brambles had been, long grass brushing her feet and memories of David filling her dreams.
How slow time passed till he rushed again to her side. And now they claimed the hollow as their own sweet victory, hideout for dreams, and secret place for children yet unseen.