

Evening. There's a mug of warm tea on the table, something quiet on her headphones. She's flipping through photos from the last couple of weeks. The ones with laughter. Where there's a slight carelessness in her hair. Where the sun glides across her skin. And the ones where the gaze is a little deeper than it needs to be. Sometimes you just want to stop. Breathe out. To remember why it all started. Tonight seems to be just such an evening?