A blanket of stars shimmered overhead, the moon absent from the sky. Gone was the dry heat of the desert, replaced with the nightly musical stylings of a much greener place. Flynn found himself standing at the mouth of a trail that led into a thicket of trees, some of the branches decorated with Japanese lanterns, lighting his way and beckoning him toward his final destination. He followed them, anticipation growing with each step. At any moment, he was going to wind up in the arms of the one man who made him feel so very alive.
And the night would be filled with an entirely different kind of music.
At the point the sound of running water registered, Flynn broke through the trees into a clearing and stopped dead in his tracks. It was…beautiful, magical, all the things he didn’t even know
