Dinner was served as the moon rose over the horizon, full and vibrant. The couple was washed in silver light while they ate and conversed, trading smiles and loving looks.
As evening turned into night, and interest grew into love, the young couple's conversation deepened. The weather turned to religion, passtimes to politics. Simpatico is the word. Unified, perhaps.
The woman looked out over the moonlit city before them, and asked the love she had discovered across the table. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
He turned his gaze from her for the first time in a long time, and let his eyes drink in the silver city. The home of both of them. It was very gorgeous, twinkling like a jewel in the night.
"To the eyes, yes." He replied. He also made some comment about her beauty being greater, but it was not important. She laughed, though. He liked that. "But inside it is rotten." He finished, a tone of defeat in his voice.
"Mmm." She replied, by way of agreement.
"Corruption and despair are rampant in our beautiful city. Would that we could save it." He said mournfully.
There was a pause. She sipped her wine, and let it swirl in the glass before gazing at him sternly.
"Why not?" She asked.
He cocked his head, and looked at her confusedly.
"What?"
"Why can't we save it?"
This gave the young man pause. Why not? A hundred, a thousand reasons! The corruption ran so deep, the institutions of this city were long since beyond saving.
"You'd have to raze the government to the ground, and start fresh. One could not, in one lifetime, save this city within the bounds of the law." He asserted.
She swirled her wine more.
"Nor even two." She agreed. She drank more of her wine, and set the glass on the table. "Within the bounds of the law." She looked into his eyes.
He stared back into the green depths of her eyes, and swam a lifetime in their beauty. And a thought occurred.
She smiled. He smiled back.
And that is how it all began. With a dinner, and a moon, and a love to last a thousand lifetimes.
That, is how you start a revolution.
