It was a rather extraordinary conversation if you think about it -- both of us speaking in code. But not military code, not Intelligence or Resistance code -- just feminine code.
It is so hard trying to say what you mean.
It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.
One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.
Careless talk costs lives.
I think that what I do is a form of pathetic fallacy, the literary trope in which nature is in sympathy with the mood of the story. I connect the physical setting and props in the story to the emotional state of the characters.