"We fit together... like puzzle pieces!" and so we did; I a piece of brooding sky and you the sunlit meadow, meeting at the kiss of the horizon. Somehow we fit - no matter if we were standing, laying, dancing, fucking, kissing... we just fit together. It just worked out that way. Once complete, however, a puzzle is broken apart and stored away... Now I'm lost, searching for the ground that meets my sky, connecting me to the larger picture in a sea of misaligned and ill fitting pieces.